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turtle dove and the crow, part two

A 1940s Farm AU, featuring bsf!neighbor!eddie x fem!reader

story tags: 18+ (minors dni). smut; true love; unexpected pregnancy; angst, angst, angst; parental issues; corporal punishment; scheming, plotting, and betrayal; hurt/comfort; period-typical stigma regarding unwed pregnancy; angst with a happy ending.

chapter tags: 18+. p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink, threats of animal violence (there will be no animal violence in this fic).

PART TWO: REAL LOVE, BABY (9.9k)

I’m a flower, you’re my bee

It’s much older than you and me

I’m in love, I’m alive

I belong to the stars and sky

Let’s forget who we are for one night

We’re not animals, baby

It’s the people who lie to themselves

Real Love Baby— Father John Misty

Somehow, the knock on the front door the next day comes as a surprise.

Maybe it shouldn't have; maybe you should've risen expecting Eddie to call on you first thing in the morning before you'd even brushed all the tangles from your hair. You hear those three sharp knocks while sitting cross-legged at the kitchen table, slowly nibbling on a piece of toast slathered with butter and homemade apple jam and still rubbing the crust from your eye with the other hand. You frown towards the front door, suspicious, at first, that the sound may have been a hallucination borne of your sleep-heavy mind. But when you hear it again, you rush forward in your flimsy nightgown, grabbing your Mama's housecoat from where she'd left it hanging over the stair railing and wrapping it around yourself as you hasten to answer the door. The thought of a visitor seeing you in such a state brings a little self-conscious heat to your cheeks, though the coat protects your modesty; still, there's no alternative. Pa's already out working, and Mama's started on the weekly washing, which typically takes her nearly the whole day and can easily put her in a gruff mood. The last thing you need is to start the day off on the wrong foot by making her answer the door.

You reveal your visitor. And though the sight on the other side of the screen still separating you might be a surprise, the way Eddie's face brightens so eagerly when he sees you - his features all lit with handsome delight like he's seen the thing he desires most in this world - tells you the whole story.

You can't help the sappy smile that plucks at your cheeks when he pulls the screen door open, letting it thump to prop against his hip as he removes the final barrier between you. Eddie looks a dream haloed by bright summer sunlight, dew darkening his loafers as he stands on the mat at the threshold of your door. Your eyes trail from his shoes upward, skating over bony ankles which lead to long pale legs and ruddy knees exposed beneath the hem of smart beige shorts. His button-up shirt sports a checkered pattern and is practically wrinkle-free, and there isn't a smudge of dirt on him— not on his pale forearms, nor his neck, nor his rosy cheeks. And what's more: his hair looks freshly washed, curls bouncy as if the water from his bath has just finished evaporating off them, leaving his bangs soft-looking and slightly frizzy as they ruffle in the early morning breeze.

"Hi." Eddie's voice isn't at all sleep-hoarse when he greets you— in fact, it's downright chipper to match the sparkle in his umber eyes.

"Hi," you echo, still sleep-hoarse yourself but sweet all the same. Eddie's curls rustle again with another gust of light wind, and your fingers itch to reach out and feel that softness for yourself.

Before you can, you feel Mama's presence looming as quick-shuffling steps halt right behind you. Eddie's spine snaps a little straighter as he sees her over your shoulder; he tucks his hands behind his back like he's standing in a military line.

"Good mornin', ma'am." His broad smile is oozing with charm, and you have half a mind to peek behind you to see if it put a chink in your mother's stony expression, considering the way it makes your own heart squeeze in your chest.

"Good morning, Edward," she says, not quite stiff but with a hint of wry amusement.

Clearly, his charm doesn't work as well on her as it does on you, but Eddie perseveres nonetheless, asking politely, "I was wonderin', given it's Saturday and all, if maybe y/n would be available for a while this morning? I was hopin' to read to 'er from this book—"

He pulls the hardcover from behind his back, presenting it to your mother with a flourish. She cranes forward to peer at the cover— a knight on horseback firmly gripping a lance, with the words Don Quixote embossed overtop— but she merely leans back, resting on her heels rather than taking it from him. Eddie finishes his sentence hastily. "—if that's all right with you, ma'am."

You do turn to face her then, eyes wide and pleading. "Oh, Mama, can I? I really wanna know what happens next." Your face flashes with hopefulness as a sudden idea occurs to you. "And I can practice my embroidery, too, to get ready for the showin' at the fair."

Caught between your hopefulness and Eddie's earnestness, your mother relents quickly in the interest of hurrying this business along. "Go'n get yourself dressed, now," she instructs you. "I'll not have you sittin' on my porch in your bedclothes for the neighbors to gawk at."

With a bright beam directed toward the boy before you, you spin and hurry up the stairs before your Mama can change her mind.

When you emerge onto the front porch— dress thrown on, hair hastily brushed, embroidery basket in hand, cheeks rouged from being pinched between your fingers as you rushed down the stairs so as not to keep Eddie waiting— it's to a symphony of late summer in the early morning. The squeaky creak of the weathervane and the trill of birdsong punctuate the light air, which is scented by the heady perfume of the hydrangea bushes framing the base of the porch. You take a moment to breathe them in, letting the air rush into your lungs— dry, not quite crisp, but not as heavy with humidity as yesterday. This August morning is sunny and bright but mostly still and quiet; it's early yet for the dirt road beyond your front yard to be anything but empty, save for the occasional motorcar mosying in the direction of town.

You glance automatically toward where you assume Eddie will be, but the two rocking chairs to your right are empty; you glance to the left and see that Eddie has chosen to sit on the wicker couch instead, nestled into the corner against the floral cushions. Your expression shows your curiosity about his choice, and an easy, lopsided grin accompanies his explanation.

"Well, I thought about sittin' in the rockin' chairs like we normally do," Eddie tells you, one arm slung across the back of the couch and the other dangling the hardcover from loose fingertips, "but I changed my mind on account of my voice."

He pauses, eyes twinkling with mirth as your nose scrunches with predictable puzzlement. "Your voice?" you question, and his smile widens.

"Tha's right," Eddie declares, leaning forward and crinkling his brow in an exaggeration of earnestness. "M'voice is just so tired from that story you made me tell you yesterday. Y'know, you really twisted my arm with that one, turtle dove. Really took a lot out of me, weavin' you that yarn."

The rasp of Eddie's voice sounds just the same as usual— no more throaty or hoarse than normal, like he's claiming. You cock your hip and plant your unoccupied hand there as you raise a skeptical brow, but he ignores you. And that voice of his is still warm with brashness as Eddie falls into a cadence somewhere between smug and teasing. "So you got to sit close to me, y/n, if you want me to read to you from this here book. You don't wanna wear me out by makin' me speak too loud, now, do you?"

Eddie raises his arms, the book dangling shakily now in his grip as he wiggles all his fingers, beckoning you over. You twist your lips against a pleased smile, an affectionate tingle stirring behind your sternum as you sigh theatrically. "Holy moly, Ed, you really are such a wuss," you pretend to grouse. "The things I do for you."

Eddie's face brightens as you pad over, bare feet skimming the porch floorboards worn soft with age. You hesitate for a moment near the leftmost cushion before choosing the middle. As you sit down, Eddie shifts his body so that, in the position he's facing, you have no choice but to lean back half against his chest and half against the cushion, your embroidery basket in your lap. The floral cushions are scratchy, but Eddie's shirt is so smooth, as is his hot skin where his arm is thrown along the back of the couch behind your shoulder as if encouraging you to nestle into his side. You give into the temptation, relaxing into his chest, which is firm and yet soft. You and Eddie shift and shimmy a bit until you're both comfortable and ready to take up your activities; as you pull out your embroidery needle and choose your threads, Eddie props the book against his knee, his loafer braced on the wicker edge of the couch seat.

And with that, Eddie begins to read to you from the book he'd forgotten yesterday. Yesterday, you'd been disappointed by that fact, but now, you couldn't be any more grateful.

It's still hot, but as the minutes tick on and the sun rises higher in the sky, the day remains not as hot as yesterday. The breeze keeps you comfortable as it plays with the pages of Don Quixote and the edge of the fabric peeking from the embroidery hoop in your hand. You move the needle in and out, in and out, and it weaves like the cadence of Eddie's voice as he reads to you, lulling you into contentment. That contentment stretches like a cat when he runs his calloused thumb lightly against your upper arm, the rough pad catching the skin there. Its path is stuttering, slightly uneven because of it, but you just lean into him more, humming as it relaxes you. And Eddie smells so unbelievably good— clean like laundry powder and hay but musky like tobacco and the salt of his skin. His voice rumbles in his throat and chest, smooth and even and practiced as he lets the words dance from his lips to create pictures in your mind as your fingers twist and pull the needle without much conscious thought.

And every once in a while, Eddie's words will fade into silence like the light of a firefly. He'll turn his head to let his dry lips skim your temple before returning to his book, his voice picking up again as if he'd never interrupted himself. Each time is abrupt, as if a sudden impulse has caught him; sometimes, he even stops speaking right in the middle of a sentence to whisper his lips against your smooth skin. It's a light touch, gentle as the beat of a bird's wings— reverent and sweet, a graze that has your heart turning in your chest with the utter rightness of it.

After some time, the deep grumbling of an engine draws your gaze to an approaching truck, faded blue and familiar. As it rambles up the drive and rolls to a stop before the red house next door, you can see the curve of Eddie's uncle's shoulder and the plaid of his gray shirt just barely visible through the smudged side window. The puttering engine silences, and you smile and wave as he pulls himself from the driver's seat like he's made entirely of creaking joints before slamming the door shut behind him in a rattle of steel. "Mornin', Mr. Wayne!" you call, wagging your arm high in the air until he spots you. He crosses around the front bumper to trudge up the steps toward the front door, throwing you a brief wave before pulling the straw hat from his head and rubbing the sparse hair that encircles the bald spot on his crown. Once the door has thumped closed behind him, Eddie lets the arm slung across the back of the wicker couch fall heavily upon your shoulder, and you giggle as he wraps it around your clavicle to pull you tighter against his chest. "What're you makin' there?" he asks, peering over your shoulder.

You hold it up to show him the thread dangling from the N of the completed 'MUN' stitched in the left half of the hoop's center. There's the suggestion of a flower below it— a large deep brown circle with a smattering of butter-yellow petals beginning to surround it, along with a few deep green leaves. "I'm makin' it for you," you say, and when Eddie lets his chin drop gently against your shoulder, your cheeks heat despite yourself. "You n' your uncle. See? It's gonna say 'Munson' in the middle. And I'm puttin' sunflowers on account of the ones growin' on your side of the fence." You turn your face toward him but can't see much more besides the curve of his cheek and the pink of his lips, which look, unfortunately, very kissable right now. You glance away and lean your temple against his instead to avoid temptation. "What's your favorite flower, Ed?"

You can feel the stretch of Eddie's smile in the subtle shifting of the skin at his temple before he turns his head to face you. "How are you just the sweetest girl I ever known?" Eddie murmurs against your cheek, kissing you there before leaning back against the wicker couch again, pulling you with him. You sigh, melting into his side. "I dunno," he says offhandedly, his thumb back to trailing along your arm, and you shiver as goosebumps pimple under the scratch of his warm skin. "Always kinda favored chicory flowers. They're like the color of the sky on a clear day. No clouds make the sun brutal while you're workin', but y'can't deny it looks nice like that."

It's quite sentimental coming from your wild best friend, and you stifle a sudden giddy giggle as you pull your bare feet up onto the cushion, tucking your knees beneath your skirt, which brushes low on your ankles as you fold up. "What?" Eddie snaps playfully. "Y'ask me what flower I like the best and then y'laugh at my answer?" His breath huffs indignantly against your shoulder. "I take it back. You're the yuckiest girl I ever known."

Your giggles spike at that, growing in intensity, which is clearly the opposite of what Eddie wanted because the warmth of his arm withdraws abruptly from around you. "The yuckiest?" you question through your laughter, nose wrinkled skeptically. "What're you, twelve?"

You twist to face him, and as you do, Eddie's fingers ghost loosely along your shoulder, brushing to remove some invisible dust as the sour pucker of his lips draws into a smirk. His brown eyes glint with a sudden spark. "I think you know quite well I'm not no twelve-year-old anymore, turtle dove," he murmurs, and the sensual timbre of his voice conjures a spark of heat that makes your thighs press together beneath your dress.

"I don't hear no readin' out there. What are you two schemin' up now?" Your Mama's voice calling from beyond the window screen right behind the couch, harsh from shrillness and warning but not outright angry, has you immediately springing apart and scrambling to take your activities back up— Eddie, the neglected book discarded against the wicker arm, and you, the neglected needle dangling from your embroidery hoop.

You hear the creak of the front door not long after, which Mama pushes open with one ample hip, searching with her foot for the step down she knows is there but can't see due to the heavy load of laundry in her arms. It's mounded in a large wire basket, and an occasional drop of water splatters to the wooden porch as she finds her footing and steps down.

Eddie is suddenly a flurry of activity beside you— the book thumps discarded onto your thigh as he clambers up off the couch with an offer spilling eagerly from his lips. "Here, let me—"

He takes the loaded basket from your mother's arms, ignoring her hems and haws of polite protest. He bounds down off the porch, leaving her with a faint smile of gratitude as he strides briskly toward the laundry line to the side of the porch.

Your Mama's voice draws your attention from his lanky form as she addresses you, saying, "I need you to go to the store for me this afternoon; fetch me a few things."

You're nodding before she's even finished speaking. "Of course, mama," you reply dutifully. "I'd be happy to. Just tell me what you need."

Her approval, clear in the softening of the crows' feet beside her eyes, brings you sweet nourishment. "Thank you, dear. I'll make you up a list—"

"Oh!" Eddie's quick interjection draws both your eyes— hers hawkish, yours doe-like. He plops the wire basket of laundry in the grass beside the clothesline and toddles over, ducking his shoulders to the side, brows tugged up innocently as he looks at your Mama. "You know," he says, "my uncle's been needing a few things from the general store, too." He glances from her to you and then back. "Maybe y/n and I could go together? Use his handcart for the flour sack?"

Eddie shoots your Mama another one of his award-winning smiles, and while she doesn't quite melt like butter— not in the way you do— you soon find yourself mosying down that dirt path, dragging the handcart behind you, paper list clutched in your fingers as Eddie whistles your way into town.

A scant few hours later, you're walking back down that path in the opposite direction, handcart filled with the spoils of your bounty, your apron pockets newly laden too. In town, you'd checked down Mama's list one by one: purchased some meats from the butcher, then canned vegetables, a sack of flour and a smaller sack of sugar at the general store, plus some laundry soap to replenish what had been used up today and some chewing tobacco for Wayne. Eddie had, in fact, stretched the truth in saying that Wayne had been aiming to go to the general store too, but you couldn't begrudge him the fib.

It wasn't the only thing he'd fibbed about, too. Rather than using the handcart to tow the heavy bag of flour, Eddie had very adamantly insisted on loading all the smaller purchases in there so you didn't have to carry them, hefting the heavy sack onto one shoulder with ease. You can't deny that the display of strength— his bicep flexed, one ruddy hand holding it in place, but his expression showing no sign of strain as he lopes easily in stride with you— sent a stirring straight to the deepest parts of your belly. And your best friend seems to know it, too; when you cast him a glance laden with the honey of your want, he smirks back at you, preening at the sight of your appreciation, though a bashful blush also dusts his nose.

Soon enough, your familiar blue and red houses loom back into view, and the rusty metal frame of the handcart squeaks its way along as it trails behind you. As you tromp up the path to your home, dropping the handle of the handcart and snatching up the perishable paper sachets of meat as you mount the stairs, Eddie follows you with the flour bag. He's still whistling like he had when you'd first left, none the worse for wear after walking and shopping and hauling that heavy sack all the way back home for you.

You meet your Mama in the dining room where she's polishing the silver— spoons, knives, and forks are all laid out in orderly rows on the tablecloth, and her eyes widen with brief surprise when she sees how Eddie has the flour bag slung over his shoulder. "Where d'you want this, ma'am?" he asks politely.

"In the pantry— just through here. The door's on your left."

Eddie disappears through the archway, and your Mama rises from the dining room table to assess the meats you'd bought, nodding in approval as she takes them from you to put in the icebox. You bring in the other items, depositing them into their rightful places to another approving nod from your mother.

"You did good," she says. "Both of you."

Before she can return to cleaning the silver, you dig in your apron pocket for the purchase that you're most excited to show her. You smile as your fingertips skim silk, but you reach past it, seeking the three round disks instead and pulling them out to spread in your palm and show her.

Your last stop in town had been to the tailor's, where you searched for a button to repair the one missing on Mama's favorite house dress. You'd been disappointed not to find a perfect match for the original buttons, but since they were just a few cents each, you'd decided to buy enough to replace all of Mama's buttons. You pull them out and show them to her, face bright with innocent pleasure.

"I got you these, Mama. They were just a few cents each from my allowance," you tell her. "I know you were real sad when you lost the button off your dress, so I was thinkin' I could sew them on for you. And I got enough to make 'em all match, too."

You can feel Eddie's heavy footsteps stop right beside you, but you only have eyes for Mama— your Mama, whose face has crumpled in a rare show of sentimentality. "Why, y/n!" Your name comes out in a hush of awed breath, soft as the silk in your apron pocket. "That's very sweet of you, honey. You din't have to do that."

"I wanted to," you assure her genuinely, and the brush of Eddie's hot elbow against your arm, which lingers long enough to let you know it wasn't accidental, pleases you just as much as the affection on your Mama's face.

"Ma'am?"

Mama glances from the buttons on your open palm toward Eddie, her face smooth and unburdened as he continues somewhat hesitantly, "I'm not presumin' to know what you have planned for the afternoon, but I was wonderin' if it would be possible for y/n to come with me on a quick ride?"

When she merely stares at him without replying— not shutting him down, but not encouraging him either— Eddie stuffs his hands into his pockets, rocking on his heels as he continues quickly. "Jonathan Byers told me there's a field bloomin' full of wildflowers still this late in the season. Said he happened upon it just this week. And I was thinkin' maybe she'd like to see it, considerin' how she really likes flowers."

You blink at Eddie, noting the cautious optimism on his face. You wonder if he knows it's a bold request— asking you to go out after reading with you all morning, not to mention alone and unaccompanied. And you think, judging by the way his eyes crinkle just slightly in a subtle wince, maybe he does, though you aren't sure that wince would be noticeable to anyone but you, who has gazed at your best friend's face more often than anyone in the world, except perhaps Wayne.

It's a bold request— bordering on too bold if you had to make a supposition. Yet, now that the question has been asked, it cannot be swallowed back up again.

Mama's face hasn't quite soured, though it has lost some of that warmth from a moment ago as her discerning eyes scan first Eddie's face and then yours. And as her words echo in your head— 'Y'aren't to go off with the Munson boy anymore; it's not proper at your grown age'— you anticipate the same sentiment to fall from her thin lips.

Your Mama offers the second surprise of the day.

"One hour," she says, brows raised nearly to her hairline as she levels you with a loaded look. "Go'n visit the flower field and come straight back. No dawdlin’, no galavantin’. You hear?"

The shock that races through you is rivaled only by a sharp welling-up of giddiness that you fight valiantly to keep from showing on your face. "Yes, Mama," you reply obediently, managing to keep that quivering excitement from leaking into your voice. "I promise. I won't even take Guinnie so's to save time. I'll just grab my bloomers." You glance at Eddie, and it's much harder not to react when you see the eager sparkle in his eye, the one he can't quite stifle even in your mother's presence. Your suggestion comes out in a rush of words, bending up at the end like a question. "Go'n get Merlin ready, 'n I'll meet you by the truck?"

You want to run, to race up the stairs to your room, rip on your bloomers, and fling yourself from the window in your impatience to reach the ground. You're able to contain the impulse long enough to see Eddie jerk his chin in a nod before you turn away, lifting each foot and setting it down deliberately, walking with measured steps toward the staircase. But once they're out of sight— once you've let Mama and Eddie slip from view behind the wall and placed the first foot upon the bottom step— you can't quite keep a giggle of utter delight from slipping out as you abandon the pretense of calm and rush up to your room.

Merlin's hooves thump softly as he treads over grass and dirt, and your hips sway in time with his haunches as you lean against the broad, strong back of your best friend, cheek pressed to the linen of his shirt. It's warmer now than it had been on the walk back from the general store, and that heat is sinking into your muscles as the sun glows upon the top of your head, turning your eyes heavy and your body languid aside from the grip you have on Eddie. Your arms are wrapped snugly around his middle, your hands locked around your forearms, and his arm is tangled up between. Eddie's skin is a little rougher than yours, his arm hairier, and his hand calloused and dry and practically burning hot, but it's a welcome contrast. There's something about the way Eddie has wedged it between yours as if to ensure you won't let go of him, something that makes a certain feeling stretch and curl around your ribs and sternum, nuzzling the same way your cheek does against the plane of his shoulder— affectionate, appreciative. Content.

You're content to hold Eddie and let him guide you, eyes closed as Merlin continues at a gentle trot until a potent aroma hits you. It's the soothing comfort of honeysuckle and the untamed spirit of milkweed, mingling like a melody of sweet and earthy notes that dance in the air.

You've arrived.

It's as your eyes pop eagerly open that Eddie pulls back on Merlin's reigns, and the muscles of his back roll against your breasts, flexing in a way that is unintentionally erotic. You feel a pulse of heat low in your belly, but Eddie remains ignorant of your reaction. As Merlin slows to a halt, he swings himself down without hesitation, looking up to offer you a hand, unaware of how the sudden loss of his warm strength leaves you almost bereft. Still, you let him help you down, and momentarily, the allure of his closeness is superseded by the allure of the place he's brought you to. Your breath catches in your chest at the sight of the field, which is somehow more stunning than you had expected it to be.

The gold of black-eyed susans and the pale sun of yellow coneflowers mix with the purples and blues of wild indigo and ironweed; soft white milkweed floats like clouds among the tall grasses and ferns, and cardinal flowers dot amongst them like tiny spots of flame. The air is thick with the gentle hum of bees and the chirping of crickets nestled within the foliage, and the field is surrounded by a thick copse of shadowy elm and hickory trees. All of the landscape is bathed in the deepening orange of the setting sun, casting the landscape in a warm glow that seems to both deepen and enervate its wild beauty.

As the wind picks up, the sea of wildflowers ripples like a living, breathing organism, swaying as one, beckoning you and Eddie with its dance. And you accept its offer; you cast a smile overflowing with joy toward Eddie, and without any further fuss, you plunge into that living sea.

As you make your way through, the gentle swaying of the plants brushes against your bare ankles, rustling and catching on the fabric of your skirt and apron. You let your fingertips trail along velvety petals and ticklish grass, feet sinking into the soft earth still warm from the heat of the day as you trail a meandering path through the foliage. You are aimless in your destination, drawn by the beauty of the field you're bathing in, until, on a whim, you stop, spinning on your heel to find Eddie only a few steps behind you. The grasses of the field part like water to make room for him beside you.

Your earlier excitement has simmered to deep affection, sticky and thick like honey as the setting sun glints in Eddie's umber eyes, lightening his curls to deep caramel. "Ed," you murmur softly, "thank you for bringing me here." You suck your bottom lip into your mouth as he draws closer until his scent mixes with the sweetness of the sea surrounding you both: the warm smoke of tobacco, the brightness of laundry powder, the musk of a summer storm.

"'Course, turtle dove," he murmurs, and it's curious that you're both speaking quietly despite being the only ones here, as if afraid the sudden sharp sound of your voices will wake you from a pleasant dream. Eddie ducks his chin, peering at you from behind the curls that slip past his ear to drape near his cheek. "I'd hoped you'd like it."

"Of course I like it," you reply, half-exasperated but still soft. "This is… well, this is the prettiest thing I've ever seen, I think."

Eddie doesn't reply; instead, he drifts closer until you can feel the heat of his body against the peaks of your breasts and the brush of his linen shirt against your apron. He reaches out, and you think those long fingers will wrap around your hip or sink into the curve of your waist, caressing you softly. But they don't. Instead, they dip into the pocket of your apron, seeking the item still left inside— the one the tips of your fingers grazed when you searched for the new buttons you'd purchased for your Mama. And you watch Eddie pull out a line of silk, which unravels to spill open from its roll.

While you'd perused the buttons at the tailor's shop, Eddie had drawn his calloused fingers through the display of hair ribbons near the counter. He'd skipped over waxy pinks and cloying yellows, lingering longer while considering deep amethysts and verdant greens. In the end, though, he'd chosen white— shiny white like a dove's feather. "So you can wear it anytime you want," he reasoned when he presented it to you, "'n you don't have to fuss over whether it matches your dress or whatever silly nonsense you women worry about." He'd grinned wide when you smacked him lightly for that remark before rolling the ribbon carefully up and slipping it into your apron pocket to join your own purchase.

Eddie's fingers are long and ruddy, cracked and calloused; his palms are dry, broad, and strong, accustomed to brutish work and the roughness required of a man of his trade. Yet when he reaches behind your neck, fitting the cool silk of the ribbon against the nape before drawing the sides carefully forward to wrap around your throat, his touch is as gentle as the brush of fuzzy down against your delicate skin. His tongue peeks pink between his lips as he slowly and carefully ties the ribbon into a bow, tightening it just enough to keep it snug without it pinching you too tightly. You hold your breath as he adjusts the loops, eyes locked on your neck until his hands drop and that umber darts up to meet yours.

A corner of Eddie's lips crooks in a lopsided smile, and one of his dimples comes out to greet you. "You're pretty," he tells you, and you flood with more of that sticky-sweet honey as you brush your thumbs against his jaw, fingers splaying over his cheekbones to pull him into a gentle kiss.

When you break from his lips, what happens next becomes an inevitability.

Eddie avoids the spiky petals of black-eyed susans as he draws you down to the grass, his lanky limbs nestling into the colorful sea. He settles you on top of him, and your knees press into the warm earth as he gathers your long skirt in his hands and you pull his shirt hem from his shorts, pushing it up his belly to reveal the divet of his belly button and the dark hair that trails downward to lead below his waistband. You work the button open unhurriedly as he searches for your skin beneath your dress, grunting as he encounters your bloomers. You breathe a chuckle as he pulls them down sloppily, releasing his pants to help him; he helps you in turn until your undergarments are finally discarded in the tall grass beside you, and his are pushed down far enough to reveal the semi-hardness of his thick length, which lazes comfortably against his abdomen. As you finally settle down on him, hot skin against hot skin, Eddie cups your face to pull you into a kiss.

Eddie's kisses are deep, warm, and wet, drawing you into him until between your legs beats in time with your heart. Your hips begin to shift against him, seeking friction to relieve the ache, and as your arousal increases, so do your kisses grow more frantic— sloppier, less careful, more needful. He bucks up into you, swallowing your slight whimper as his hands snake beneath your skirt that has fanned to cover your lower halves, skimming up your thighs to take firm hold of your hips. He maneuvers you slightly until his hardness slots right into the slippery heat of your lips, his erection pressed flat against his belly as he grinds you down onto himself.

A haze of desire blankets you as you move atop Eddie in the grass; your mind creeps with it, fogging until there's nothing but the feeling of his body, solid and warm beneath you, and his lips, firm and soft against your mouth. You move by instinct, rolling your hips until you're moving yourself equally as much as he's moving you. Your hands seek his curls, burying just above his ears as you grind down on his cock until you're writhing, whimpering, leaking, cream easing that slide and dripping down to coat his balls.

The ache inside you that was sated by the feeling of Eddie's hardness against your heated flesh returns, insisting that you be filled. You drop staccato kisses to Eddie's lips before leveraging against his ribs to kneel up straight, gathering your skirt and apron in hasty hands to reveal the place where you will soon be joined. You lift your ass as Eddie grasps himself, fitting the fat head of his cock between your sticky lips; you shift until it stops bumping against you and instead nudges slightly inside where it belongs.

When you sink down onto him, and Eddie stretches you open this second time, it doesn't hurt as much as the first, whether because you've already experienced this or because you're distracted by how his face contorts with the pleasure of feeling you engulf him. There's still a pinch, but it's expected now; and as you fall flush with his pelvis, you only pause briefly before you begin to move again with him now inside you.

You don't move expertly, far from it, but you allow instinct to continue guiding you. Your thighs cradle Eddie's hips as you begin to rock gently together, the mutual sounds of pleasure mingling to join the chorus of nature around you. You're enjoying the sight of him below you when he wraps his arms around your back, drawing you down flat against his chest as he takes over moving for you, pumping his hips up into you. Due to the angle, his movements are slight but still pleasant, and you enjoy the way he can now lavish you with kisses— brief tender pecks that land on your nose, your cheeks, the corners of your lips, your chin. Eddie kisses anywhere he can reach, picking up speed until you're giggling, and then he smiles, eyes crinkling with the force of his delight at your happiness. You return the gesture, pressing your hands against his ears to keep him still so you can pepper him with affection until he's giggling too.

"Don't eat me up," he teases you, gently pulling your hands from his ears and weaving your fingers with his.

"You're the one eatin' me up, Ed!" you return playfully, and he hums as he draws your hands toward his face. He kisses each finger, umber eyes locked unwaveringly on yours, and your chest stirs with tenderness at the gesture; he presses his hands into the grass near his ears, shifting you with him to lean forward.

"Use me," he murmurs, his voice a sensual hum. "Press down on my hands."

You follow his direction, using the leverage to lift yourself so you can move more boldly on top of him. As you do, you watch the pleasure begin to grow on Eddie's face— the crease of his brow, the haziness of his eyes, the flush spreading on his cheeks and throat, the plush pink of his lips that pucker around white teeth as he bites the bottom one, earnest and wanting as he stares at your face. The signs of his pleasure increase yours, as does the rocking of his hard cock snug inside your tight heat, a combination that soon has you panting, your head lolling loosely as you look down at him. Eddie's abundant curls are splayed across grass and flowers, dark tendrils that paint the yellows and blues and purples with a spillage of beautiful ink. The skin of his face and neck is pale as it always is but sun-kissed in the late summer, freckled from days spent working the fields. The sight of your best friend beneath you increases that tingling and throbbing between your hips, and with it, the movement you can manage in this position is soon no longer enough to satisfy you.

You pull your fingers from Eddie's grip so you can brace your hands on his chest instead, leveraging a new angle that has your hips rolling snugger against his. An eager groan rumbles in his throat and pushes through those plump lips, and Eddie's fingers plunge beneath your skirt to take hold of your thighs, squeezing restlessly as you rock on him. "That feel good, Ed?" you ask, voice quiet and high but hoarsened with need.

"Yeah, baby," Eddie rasps, "feels— feels so good—"

Your pussy flutters at the praise, and Eddie grunts, eyes widening in surprise as he blurts, "Oh, fuck me, you're— shit—"

"Mmm—" The filthiness of Eddie's mouth makes you moan, whiny and pathetic, and you try to stifle the sound behind a bitten lip.

Immediately, his hand leaves your thigh to find your mouth as he hisses, "No, sweetheart, let me hear you— wanna hear you."

His thumb presses insistently on the plump of your bottom lip until you release it, and he rewards you by caressing that rough pad sensually across its softness. You whimper again, and the sound passes high and sweet through the open seam of your lips as he drags the bottom one down, his index finger pressing under your chin to keep you where he wants you. You rock your hips a little faster as you watch him stare at your mouth, his eyes hazy and deep, almost hypnotized, as he plays with your lip. The movement of his thumb remains languid, slow and meandering. That is, until it wanders almost incidentally past your teeth to press lightly against your tongue.

Whether it's the unexpectedness of the action or the fact that you can feel him inside you in two places now instead of one, the feeling of Eddie's calloused thumb against your tongue makes you moan and shiver with an acute burst of pleasure. Almost instinctively, your lips close around it, cheeks hollowing slightly as you suck; you watch Eddie's eyes widen, pupils visibly blowing as you wrap a hand around his wrist, holding him there so you can suck on his thumb as you ride him. He moans, voice higher and hoarser than before, more breathy and uncontrolled; the sound spurs you on until you're rocking harder, mindlessly obeying your body, behaving the way it wants to behave. And your body wants you to suck on Eddie's thumb, to move until you're bouncing slightly on his cock, ass slapping rhythmically against his thighs as he gasps and stutters, "Holy— that's it, please— please d-don't stop, sweetheart, don't stop—"

And you've only lain with a man once, but the way Eddie's fingers are digging into your hip; the way his hand pinches your chin as you suck and lave his thumb; the way the tendons stand stark from the flushed, mottled skin of his throat, the way the rapid rise and fall of his chest has begun to deepen— they tell you what all women know as their men's pleasure begins to tip toward inevitability. You whimper, your own pleasure flaring at the knowledge of what's approaching, and the sound is muffled around Eddie's skin; you pull Eddie's thumb from your mouth, nuzzling against his knuckles and ignoring the fatigue in your thighs and hips as you say his name. "Eddie," you call, sweet and needy, your yearning evident in the honey that drips from your tongue. "Eddie, please, I want you."

It's a vague request borne of shyness, but Eddie knows what you mean. "You want my seed again, y/n?" he husks, voice hoarsened with desire for you, for what you request of him. "You want me to empty inside you?"

"Yes, yes—" your reply is a rapturous sigh of deep wanting; when he hears it, Eddie huffs harshly, rutting up into you in time with your bouncing once, twice, and then again—

And the inevitability comes to pass.

Eddie pulls his fingers from your grasp to squeeze your hips with both hands; he presses you down hard onto his cock as it jumps and pulses inside you. You hear him moan, the sound hoarse and high, and you sing along with him, sweet sounds of satisfaction that only subside once the warm flood of his cum has coated you entirely inside and the tensing of his muscles has relaxed to leave him a boneless heap beneath you. You lean forward hastily, hands dragging up his shirt to fist in the collar; instantly, as if he is of the same mind, Eddie's broad palms drag from your hips up your back to tangle in your hair.

And then you're kissing him desperately.

His still-hard cock slips out slightly as he hauls you against him, and you feel the leakage of his seed as it spills from your pussy to coat his balls, but neither of you care. You kiss Eddie, and he kisses you, hungry for the intimacy felt in the caress of one another's lips, the drag of one another's tongues, the sweetness of one another's breaths that slip into your lungs.

You and Eddie kiss until the fervency of your shared desire dips like the waning sun into gentle affection again. You notice that the light around you is dim as you calm; the sky has sunk past orange and blue to deep violet and pink, the oaks and hickories now nothing but shadows, signaling that it's time to return home.

Now that you're both sated, Eddie presses a chapped kiss to your forehead before releasing you from the welcome cage of his arms. And when you finally rise together, looking down at the place you'd chosen to express your devotion, the imprint in the crushed flowers forms the shape of a single body— as if you and Eddie have become one person, forever connected, eternally entwined.

Eddie Munson never does anything by half.

Now that he'd discovered what acts of service would afford him with your parents, for the next week, he makes himself quite abundant. You begin to predict the sight of those dark curls bobbing towards you from next door in the late morning or afternoon, brown eyes alert and hands ready to assist. When he's finished with the tasks around his own farm, like aiding Wayne in irrigating and fertilizing the corn fields or mucking out the stalls for Merlin and his uncle's horse Sally, he'll toe off his loafers on the front door mat and poke his soft nose around the corner of the foyer wall, seeking for somewhere he might be needed. In the past four days, Eddie has repaired the bottom step of the staircase, the one that always creaked so loud no matter how gently you stepped on it; tightened the joists on the banister to stop it from wobbling; patched and painted the wall where Pa'd cracked the plaster slamming the back door open too hard; and hung the mirror that had been propped in the corner of your bedroom since you'd brought it home since Pa'd gotten too busy to do it for you. Mama hovers in the doorway, watching like a hawk as Eddie works in your bedroom, her body half-shielding yours behind her, though the gesture feels less like protection and more like a boundary you cannot cross. But Eddie just measures, carefully hammers in the nail, and grunts when he lifts the heavy iron frame; he steps back, squaring his fingers and squinting as his tongue pokes between his lips. After a brief perusal, he drops his hands and expression, seemingly satisfied, as he turns towards you two to gauge your assessment.

You beam brightly at him from behind your mother's shoulder, and it doesn't take too long for Mama to nod. "Looks good there," she says, warmer than you've ever heard her when speaking to or about your best friend. "Thank you, Edward."

"It's no trouble, ma'am," he replies, and the look of pride— the gentle pleasure that blooms across his face to hear your mother's approval— just makes you sink that much farther into the depth of your feeling for him.

If Mama suspects or questions why Eddie has been so helpful the past week, she doesn't share her concerns with you; and once she's voiced her thanks so explicitly, Eddie turns his attention toward slaying his next dragon.

It's about a week after you'd read together on the porch that he finds his chance. You're in the goat pen, refilling the metal trough with water from the well while your father works in the field beyond. "I know," you murmur consolingly to the gray-furred kid hiding behind your legs. He's cowering, eyes rolling, his small mouth open in a near-continuous bleat drowned by the growl of the tractor. "I know you don't like the sound. I'm sorry."

Your words do little to quell his distress; as you finish pouring the water from your bucket into the trough, he doesn't move to join the others, standing with his legs splayed wide and his back arched. He bleats and cries incessantly, staggering after you a few steps when you begin to drift toward the gate. "Okay, okay," you say, your sympathy for the animal winning out against your desire to keep busy lest you face your Mama's reprimand for idling.

Abruptly, the aggressive growl of the tractor subsides to a puttering hum and then, shortly, to silence. You glance toward the expansive field to find it all shorn now, the hay cut to flat and dry before it can be rolled into bales next week. You watch your father hop down from the tractor, his face contorted in a wince as the smallest goat in the pen continues bleating despite the lack of noise from the tractor. Where your Mama is short and ample, your Pa towers tall and narrow, stretched out like a beanstalk, with wiry limbs and a tightness about his manner that manifests in severe lines around his mouth and across his brow.

"That damn bleating's drivin' me up the wall," your Pa grouses. "Kid's 'bout to get tossed in the crik if it doesn't stop that infernal noise-making."

Your voice bends up imploringly, distress clenching in your chest at the idea. "He's just scared o'the tractor, Pa. He can't help it." He scowls, but his rebuttal is interrupted when Eddie appears from alongside your house, heading straight for you both. You and your father look at him, and your eyes rove over his form— he's dressed in overalls, his pale skin shiny with sweat and ruddy from the heat, though it hasn't dulled the warm umber of his eyes.

"Hi, Ed," you greet him, the cloud of your worry broken up by the brightness of his sudden appearance.

"Afternoon," he greets you both, flicking his sodden bangs out of his eyes with a jerk of his head. "Been fixin' up my uncle's fence on the far side opposite your property," he explains, gaze locked on your Pa, "and I've got some leftover planks. Was thinkin' maybe you'd like me to replace some o'your oldest ones. It wouldn't be any trouble."

Your father pulls off his cap and rubs the sweat roughly from his weathered forehead. His brows flash as he fits it back on smartly, and his voice is much less gruff than before as he replies, "Well, if you're inclined to spend your afternoon workin' on my fence, Edward, I certainly wouldn't stop you."

Eddie nods, sweaty curls bobbing as he stuffs his hands into his overall pockets. You can tell he's trying not to look too chuffed, but the dimple at the corner of his mouth betrays how much he's pleased with your father's answer. "Happy to hear that, sir," he says, and his gaze quickly flashes to you and back. "I'll grab the boards and such. Be back over in a jiff."

Your Pa nods and watches him leave; once he's gone, both pairs of eyes, father and daughter, turn back to the kid, who has wedged himself between the wooden shelter and the wire fence of the pen, disinterested in food or drink. He's still bleating, though not quite as loudly now, but the way your father's eyes narrow at the sound of his pitiful cries has that anxiousness crawling up your throat again. "Pa," you say cautiously, chewing your bottom lip as a vein twitches in his narrow forehead. "I'm sure he'll quiet down soo—"

Before you can even finish the sentence, your father has stalked forward, snatching up the struggling kid in a splay of kicking legs. "No, Pa," you whimper, earnest in your protest but half-hearted in your delivery as that anxiety condenses to a thick lump at the base of your throat. "Please don't throw him in the crik; he's just a baby."

Pa rounds on you, eyes steely, brow furrowed deeply with consternation and stress. "I told you, y/n. It's been days of this now, and I can't abide it no more."

Your lip wobbles as you stand there, watching helplessly as he maneuvers around the other goats in the enclosure, heading towards the fence.

It's when he's almost reached the gate that Eddie turns the corner of the house again, carrying a few boards under one arm and jingling with each step as the nails in his overall pocket sing to announce his arrival. Pa halts just at the edge of the goat pen as Eddie looks up, his face instantly creasing with confusion and concern as he takes in the sight before him: your father, holding a struggling, bleating kid, scowling down at the gate that he can't open with his hands occupied as they are, and you, wringing your hands behind him, shoulders drawn up and eyes big and wet, very clearly distressed.

"Boy—" Pa jerks his chin at Eddie, motioning toward the gate with his elbow. "Help me get this open so I can be rid of this infernal racket once and for all."

Eddie lowers the boards to the grass, and while he doesn't dare disobey your father's command, you can see from how his eyes dart that he's thinking quickly. "He been cryin' long?" Eddie asks casually.

"Been days now, ever since I started up with the tractor to prepare for harvest," your father grunts. Eddie nods slowly, eyes tracking the kid's knobby legs as they swing wildly. You watch with bated breath as his brow furrows; slowly, so as not to spook the animal further, Eddie reaches out and gently wraps his ruddy fingers around the kid's front left leg. Impatience leaks in a growl from your father's mouth. "What're y'doin', Edward? Open the damn gate."

He says Eddie's name like a warning, and your heart leaps in your chest, but Eddie merely peers closely at the hoof for the briefest moment before letting the animal quickly go. And had it not been for the earnest seriousness in his voice as he meets Pa's eye calmly, the question Eddie asks next would have made you faint.

"If I can make him quiet, sir, would you still wanna throw him in that creek?"

The goat is still struggling in your father's hold as he squints at Eddie for a moment, his expression half-contorted as if he's undecided about whether to tell him off. Your heart thumps hard, your sweaty fingers wringing as the two men face one another— your father is nearly a head taller than your best friend, but Eddie doesn't cow to the intensity of his stare. Instead, he stands tall, shoulders solid and proud but brow unfurrowed. Not defiant. Just not acquiescent, either.

Rather than replying, your father merely steps back and drops the kid to its feet, not altogether kindly. He wrenches the gate open himself, stalking through and slamming it behind him; it bounces back open, and you rush forward to block the exit as he heads straight for the house.

His shout carries back to you, crisp on the wind. "If it ain't quiet by the time I'm back, I won't bother with the crik. I'll just wring its scrawny neck."

And with that, he disappears into the house, the screen door slapping shut behind him.

Now alone, you and Eddie meet eyes, but there is no secret smoldering or shy smiles now. Instead, Eddie slips into the pen, brown eyes wide and solemn as he crouches to his knees in the dirt. "It's okay, little fella," he murmurs, one calloused finger stroking lightly between the kid's horns. "We're gonna help you feel better."

"What's wrong with him, Ed?" you ask, shaky with adrenaline and distress as you see Eddie pull a small penknife from his overall pocket.

"Don't worry, turtle dove." Eddie's voice is just as gentle as he looks up at you, and the soft kindness there makes you want to snatch up his face and press kiss after kiss to his lips. "He's just got a rock stuck in his hoof. That's all."

Your breath shudders out shakily as you watch Eddie take hold of the goat's leg, moving slowly and surely so as not to startle him. It squeaks out another sharp sound as he lifts its hoof; the kid's leg bends at the knee as it wavers slightly while trying to balance on its other hooves.

But when it comes down to it, the whole affair is really quite quick work. Eddie works the penknife carefully between the stone and the horn of the goat's hoof, jimmying it slightly until the object comes loose and falls to the dirt near his knee. He drops the kid's leg, and immediately it backs up, scuffing its other hoof against the ground in agitation.

Eddie is unbothered by its display of hostility. "There ya go." He picks up the small rock, tossing it out of the pen to land softly in the grass beyond. "Now you'll feel much better."

A potent mixture of relief, guilt, and gratefulness fills you as the kid falls finally silent. Relief that he'd be okay now. Guilt that you hadn't thought to check for another explanation for his bleating. But strongest of all is gratefulness— gratefulness that Eddie was able to stand up to your father when you cowered away.

"Thank you," you say, soft and sweet as you gaze into Eddie's umber eyes.

"No trouble, y/n," Eddie replies, his lips tilting with a lopsided smile, one cheek dimpling with the fondness of it.

For a moment, you gaze at that familiar pale face framed by dark, sweaty curls. The face of your best friend, the person you adore most in this world, whose wild restlessness— the fervency of it— is rivaled only by the depth of his care for you and the kindness that leaks obstinately through despite the world's attempt to stifle it.

You gaze at Eddie, at the face you've known for ten years. And in that moment, you realize that you love him.

In your backyard, standing in the goat pen, you swallow thick, welling with love for Eddie Munson. But you are unsafe from prying eyes that may be peering through the kitchen curtain; your voice is silenced by the threat of that screen door swinging open unexpectedly. So you do the only thing you can think of to show Eddie that you've realized you love him.

You brush the dirt off his knees, swiping the dark earth away with patience and diligence until the soft denim is clear blue again.

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𝐓𝐨 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏.

William Killick (The Edge of Love) x fem Reader

link to Part Two

note: This story is set in May 1936, William is about 27 and it takes place years before the actual movie.

summary: William Killick takes a break from his London life and spends a few weeks at the country estate of the wealthy Hallward family. The family take an instant liking to William and try to get him to marry their beautiful daughter Norma. Also on the estate is the reader, who works as a maid. When William receives anonymous poems, he ends up falling in love with the mysterious writer instead of Norma.

word count: 2000+

warnings: … none!

moodboard

"Excuse me sir, we've reached the end of the line." Yawning, William opened his eyes as he heard a voice behind him and stretched sleepily, curious to see who was speaking to him. A woman in a uniform with a dark skirt and matching hat stood beside him. "Are we there yet... What time is it?" he asked her. "It's just after half past seven, sir," the train attendant replied with a friendly smile. As William straightened up in his seat and then saw that the landscape before him had changed from the brown roofs of London to green hills and beautiful mountain scenery with small lakes. "My God... I must have slept for hours." The train attendant smiled at him kindly and wished him a good journey.

William felt the train slow down and grabbed his suitcase from the luggage rack. Once outside, he set it down on the floor and took a deep breath. The air smelled fresh and the wind blew through his hair. Although he had never been to this place before, he had the strange feeling that he belonged here. He closed his eyes for a moment. The orange light of the setting sun shone through his eyelids. The green hills of the Scottish Highlands stretched out before him, surrounded by a light mist. Green meadows, colourful flowers and streams dominated the landscape. The sky was cloudless and the air smelled of fresh moss. William could hardly look away. It was so different from London. The grass rustled softly under his shoes as he made his way to his accommodation for the next few weeks.

Curious, he looked up at the big building. It was built entirely of stone, with small windows adorned with red, ivy-covered shutters that glowed in the evening sun. William dragged his suitcase up the stairs that led to a wide wooden door. The muffled sound filled the silence as William knocked on the door. It opened with a squeak to reveal an older, very elegantly dressed lady with shoulder-length curly hair.

"Good evening, you must be our new guest, Mr Killick, aren't you?" Her voice sounded friendly and welcoming. "That’s right. And you must be Margaret Hallward, the owner of the estate," William replied. The lady nodded. "I am. Come in, you must have travelled a long way, sir." William followed her into the warm house. Mrs Hallward disappeared for a moment behind a wooden counter and handed William a key. "Room seven is yours. The dining room is in the basement and the common room is on the second floor. Breakfast is tomorrow from seven to half past eight. YN, would you be so kind as to accompany our guest to his room? And take some of his luggage."

"Of course, Mrs Hallward," a quiet voice sounded behind them, and William turned around curiously. In front of them stood a young woman in a dark red apron and white blouse. William smiled kindly at her. "No, wait, I can carry that," he interrupted her when she tried to take the suitcase off. Shrugging her shoulders, she finally gave up and told William to follow her. They walked along a corridor decorated with old paintings and photos of the country estate and stopped in front of a room door with the number 7.

"Thank you so much, Ma'am," he said, putting the room key in the lock. The young woman smiled and wished him a good night before disappearing without another word.

****

William had slept very well that night. It was probably because he was quite tired from the long journey. When he finally entered the dining room for breakfast, it was already quite full. He took an empty seat at a table where an elderly man was still sitting, reading a newspaper.

"Tea, sir?" It was the young woman again who had shown him his room yesterday. "Yes, thank you“, he said. "What was your name again?"

"YN," she said quietly, and poured some tea into a small cup.

"Beautiful name."

William could clearly see her cheeks turning slightly pink at the words. "Thank you, sir." But they were interrupted by Mrs Hallward, who approached the table with a big smile. "Good morning, Mr Killick! Did you sleep well?"

"Very well, Mrs Hallward," he replied. "I don't think I've slept as well as I did this morning for months. So I'm really going to enjoy my holiday."

"I'm glad to hear that." She laughed. "Oh, I'd like to introduce you to someone, wait a moment." She turned to one of the tables and called out in a loud voice. "Norma! Will you come here, please?"

"Yes, Mother." A woman joined them at the table, she was about a year or two younger than William. She had white-blonde hair, red lips and was wearing an elegant purple dress with ornate embroidery. She was very pretty, William realised.

"Mr Killick, this is my daughter Norma. She lives in Glasgow at the moment, but is here for a few weeks. She grew up at the country estate. If you like, she can show you around the neighbourhood and the town."

"It would be an honour. How about we meet outside the estate at three this afternoon?," Norma chuckled softly as she twirled a strand of her blonde hair between her fingers. William was very happy about the Hallward's hospitality and gratefully accepted the offer.

"But now we won't bother you any longer, Mr Killick. Enjoy your breakfast," Mrs Hallward said with a smile as she took Norma's arm and led her away from the table. As they walked, he heard them whispering to each other, catching bits of sentences like 'isn't he lovely' or 'he looks like a prince from a fairytale'.

Slowly, William turned in the direction where YN had last been, but she was gone.

***

William spent the morning in the garden of the country estate, sitting on one of the benches beneath a cherry tree. The weather was warm, and the birds chirped softly in the treetops. Eventually, he closed his book and stood up to return to the house. As he passed one of the large flower beds, he paused. He saw a person sitting there, gardening.

"Nice to see you again, Ms YN," he said kindly. She didn't seem to notice his arrival and jumped when she heard his voice behind her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," William apologised immediately. "It’s alright, sir," she said, turning her attention back to the bed.

"Call me William, please."

She immediately looked at him in surprise. She had never expected that. A gust of wind came up and brushed through William's dark hair, and his bright blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

"Shall I help you?" he asked her, pointing to the bucket of weeds. She immediately declined his offer. "No, William, you're here on holiday. Not to work." William shrugged. "Anything where I don't have to be in London is a holiday for me. I really love this city, it's my home. But sometimes I really need to go somewhere else." YN nodded briefly. "I've never been to London or any other big city. I imagine it's stressful."

He laughs and shrugs. "I can't deny that it's stressful sometimes." Slowly he knelt down beside her and began to pluck the weeds from the ground in front of him. "You don't have to do that," she said quickly. "It's alright," William replied quietly, continuing to work.

YN laughed. "This has never happened to me before. A guest helping me with my work. If Mrs Hallward finds out, she'll scold me." William smiled a little. "Tell her I did it voluntarily. "You already have enough work." When they were finished, the young woman smiled briefly, then took off her gloves, stood up and reached for the bucket. "I have to go now."

"Wait, don’t you want to stay here a bit longer?" William asked hastily.

"Sorry, I've still got a lot to do. But thank you for helping me, that was very kind of you." She waved goodbye to William and finally turned round. William looked at her for a moment, a bit disappointed. Then he glanced at his pocket watch and flinched. It was ten minutes past three, Norma was probably already waiting for him.

He quickly grabbed his book that was laying in the grass and hurried to the front gate. Norma was waiting there, her arms crossed over her chest, looking at him with raised eyebrows as he finally greeted her completely out of breath. "Sorry I'm late."

She finally smiled and said in a friendly voice, "It's okay." Her hair was pinned up in an elegant braid, her lipstick was the same colour as the new pastel pink dress she was wearing, and she carried a matching handbag.

"I was in the garden talking to YN. I must have lost track of time."

One of her blonde eyebrows immediately raised again and she looked at him as if he had just said something completely stupid. "You're talking to household staffs? They're working for us, it’s far below our class."

He looked at her, confused. "But why shouldn't I talk to her? She's really nice."

Norma stayed silent, grabbed his arm and pulled him along without a word. She led him through the Scottish Highlands, down a small forest path, until the roofs of houses appeared in the distance. This had to be Tobermory. The air smelled of salty sea and a fresh breeze as they walked along Tobermory's coastal road, lined with colourful houses. High mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks shrouded in a gentle mist. "Wow, it's beautiful!" marveled William.

"I know, right?" Norma replied giggling, taking his hand and pulling him towards a small café.

"My aunt works there," she said. "She makes the best cakes." They entered the café and sat down on a corner bench by a small window. "Norma, how lovely to see you again." A lady with bright red hair came up to them and pulled her niece into her arms, laughing. When she noticed William, she looked him over from head to toe, smiled and turned back to her niece. "And who is that handsome young man next to you? Did you meet him in Glasgow?" Norma shook her head, laughing. "No. He's a guest of Mother's. She asked me to show him around."

"Oh, how lovely. You know, Norma, it's time you got married. Can I bring you both some of my Dundee cake?" William frowned slightly when she mentioned marriage. Did the Hallwards already see him as their future son in law?

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the little café, William telling Norma about his home in London, his job, his family, and she seemed to be very interested. But William hadn't forgotten her nasty comment about YN. He was torn by Norma.

After they said goodbye that evening, William went to his room tired. In the corridor he saw Mrs Hallward talking excitedly to YN. "You forgot to fluff up the pillows in Room 9! How many times do I have to tell you?" she snapped at her in a harsh tone.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Hallward, I..." But she didn't let YN finish, because when she noticed William, she put on a big smile again: "Oh, Mr Killick, how nice to see you. Did you have a nice day with Norma?"

"Yes, I did, thank you for asking," he replied. He looked at YN, but she avoided his gaze, holding a white sheet in her arms.

"You know, Norma is still unmarried and we're still looking for a suitable husband for her. Or do you already have a wife?" Mrs Hallward wanted to know. William shook his head slowly.

"She is such a beautiful young woman. But no man has ever met her standards. You're the first one she has shown interest in", the lady explained to him. "Come, YN, you need to get back to work now, the dishes need to be washed."

"Good night, William," YN said to him as he walked past, nodding to him.

"Good night," he replied.

As soon as he entered his room, he took off his jacket and shirt and yawned softly. He intended to read, but he was so tired that he just wanted to lie down in bed. Suddenly he heard something crunching under his feet and looked down in surprise. There was a small piece of white paper under his shoe. Someone must have slipped it through the gap under his door. He bent down and picked it up carefully. It was no bigger than William's hand, made of good quality and written in black ink.

Holding his breath, William began to read:

𝓣𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

ℐ𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝒶 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.

𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒.

ℋ𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽, 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒, 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑒.

Confused, he turned the letter over in his hands. Was it from Norma? But she had been with him all afternoon, hadn't she? Who else was writing him poems?

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Thank you so much for reading! If you want a part 2, let me know! 🖤

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#cillian murphy #cillian #cillian murphy ff #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x reader #william Killick #william killick fanfiction #the edge of love

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psych0-str1ngs · 7 months

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Nikki Sixx x reader- Savior (angst)

Authors Note: I wanted to write for Nikki again, so we're writing a nikki angst. Enjoy and remember that my ask box is open for requests! <3 ;) Also this obviously isn't going to be the exact story of the '87 overdose, but it's kinda close.

Warnings: Cussing, hard drugs, crying, over all sadness, with fluff at the end. If these things trigger you, please don't read it :)

It was late one night, you were with one of your best friends, and crush, Nikki, along with Steve adler, Slash and his girlfriend. You were all drunk, and high. You were sitting on the couch laughing with Slash's girlfriend, While Nikki and Steve were on the floor doing coke. Slash was passed out on another couch.

You zoned out, watching Nikki's face move and contort. You hated to admit it, but Nikki looked totally hot doing coke, even though you knew it was bad. Nikki looked at you and smiled. You blushed and looked back at Slash's girlfriend.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna go outside for a smoke, I'll be back," I got upp off of the couch and stumbled out of the hotel door.

What you didn't know was that, having a smoke in that moment was a horrible idea, the worst ever. You would go on to regret ever leaving that hotel room. Unaware, you continued through the hotel lobby, and on to the cold night. You looked at the sky, immediately the moon reminded you of Nikki.

You often stared up at the sky, imagining living in one of those distant galaxies, with Nikki. He was had such an alien-istic outlook on life, you had never someone who had such wild opinions, but that's what made him interesting. As teens, you and Nikki would sit for hours outside, talking about life, and the moral out codes of being a rockstar, or what you wanted to do with your life. Beyond the musical aspect of life you both shared, you were much alike, sharing many qualities, but also none at all.

You had once again zoned out, the smoke from your cigarette wisting away along with your conscious. You heard sirens, not thinking a thought of it. You looked across the street at the corner store, deciding to grab some more beers. You quickly ran across the street pulling out your wallet. Lines and lines of beers were stacked up on the back wall. You took your pick and payed for it. Walking out the store and seeing an ambulance, as well as seeing Nikki.

You dropped the beer and ran into the street, not even looking if there were any cars. You ran up to Steve, who was standing with his hands on his head.

"What the hell happened?" You yelled. ""What the hell happened?" You yelled.

"He overdosed on heroin." Steve said, sounding extremely scared.

"YOU LET HIM DO FUCKING HEROIN?" I screamed at him, throwing my hands up in the air.

Any last bit of my high was gone, I was completely sobered up. Tears threatened to spill as looked behind me at the white sheet on the gurney. They pulled him into the ambulance.

"Will anyone be coming with him?" The paramedic asked quickly.

"Take my car," I threw my keys at Steve.

I jumped in the the back of the ambulance. The doors closing behind me. I looked at Nikki, who's face was completely relaxed. You sat next to him, the paramedics stood next to the wall of medical things. They were trying everything, shocking him, CPR, anything they though would work. You grabbed his cold hand, and held it in yours. The paramedics yelled at each other. I sat silently.

"Nikki I love you," I whispered. "You can't leave me now."

I knew he didn't hear me, I didn't care. He was far off in a coma, his body threatening cardiac arrest. I moved my hands to my lap, still staring at his face. It was flushed, and almost lifeless. You felt sick, like you were going to puke. The paramedics grabbed the large gurney, and pulled him out of the large truck.

"Stay in the lobby ma'am," The male paramedic said, holding his hand out to help me down.

I quickly walked behind them into the long hospital hallways before I watched them wheel his body away, I trembled, my legs felt like Jello. I walked to a seat, sitting there quietly. The thought of him shooting up replayed through my brain, a deafening ringing was in my ears, but there was no sound. It was an empty waiting room, despite it being a Friday night.

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You were overwhelmed and anxious, as anyone would be. Sitting in the waiting room, you felt as though your eyes were as dry as a desert, your throat was stinging, as though you had just been screaming for hours on end. You felt a tap on your shoulder, it was Nikki. You looked over, his face staring straight at yours. You screeched before getting up and stumbling back away from him. He had maggots, and other bugs crawling through holes on his lifeless face. Parts of flesh were missing from his body, he looked like he had been dead for years. You stumbled back into another person, turning around, and screaming again, your eyes veered at Nikki, who was standing in front of you. You looked around, all of the seats had been filled with the image of Nikki's cold lifeless body. You ran down the hall in terror, before stopping at a cross way.

He was every where, suddenly, a young Nikki was in front of you. Staring you down like a hawk. His tiny hands wrapped around your throat, screeching at you.

"why did you let this happen to me?!?!?!"

You couldn't breath, not a single bit

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The tap on your shoulder had woken you up, it was a doctor.

"Are you with the man who had overdosed?" She asked politely.

I looked around confused, I was sitting in the same seat I was before, but this time, the seats around you were filled up with different people, all kinds.

"Y-yes," I stuttered. "Oh god, is he okay?"

"Do you want to see him?" She asked, her hand on my shoulder.

"Yes please," I got up and she walked me to the room he was in.

I looked at him and immediately ran up to him, his eyes looked at me, smiling. I wrapped my arms around him gently, as he was probably feeling horrible. The doctor walked out, shutting the door.

"Nikki you're a fucking idiot!" I said, looking at him. "If you do heroin ever fucking again, I'll kill you myself you fucker."

He laughed before coughing a bit.

"It'll take more than that to kill me, babe," He smiled, still looking a bit pale.

Your hand caressed his face.

"God I'm so happy you're alive." I hugged him again.

"Yeah yeah," His arm slightly raised, he groaned from pain.

"Don't you dare move until they tell you you can," I look at him."

He rebelled, grabbing my hand, and looking me in the eyes, i blushed slightly.

"I heard what you said." He said quietly.

"Oh?" I looked down embarrassed. "I didn't think you would, uhm, I thought you were gone.."

"I love you too, Y/n," He smiled. "Always have, and always will."

"I think you need some sleep hun," I laughed, chopping up what he had said to him just being disoriented.

"I mean it." He tugged your hand lightly. "I love you"

My breath caught in my throat. I leaned down and kissed him, my lips fit perfectly against his. He kissed back immediately. I pulled up a chair after kissing him and sat down, and after 1 million years, Steve, slash and his girlfriend all show up. They walked in, thanking god that Nikki was alive. Steve started to profusely apologize, Nikki told him it was okay, and that he wasn't mad. I was just happy he was okay, and that I finally had him.

And I could finally take care of him the way he deserved to be.

#Nikki Sixx x reader #Nikki Sixx imagine #Nikki Sixx #Nikki Sixx fanfiction #Motley #Motley crue #Motley crue imagine #Motley crue fanfiction

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 11 months

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OKAY HEAR ME OUT!! cunnilingus with overstimulated reader and subby kappa who has an oral fixation and is basically super pussy drunk and eating the reader out is pretty much his favorite activity (like man could and would go for hours)

You know where it's at, nonnie! 🥴🥴

Worship II

Summary: Kappa thriving on his oral fixation.

Pairing: Kappa x fem!Reader

Word Count: -1k

Content Warnings: Smut 18+!, Kappa Being Such A Massive Service Sub, Kappa Being A Very Good Puppy, Oral (F Receiving), Tongue Fucking, Praise Kink, Affectionate Degradation, Talk About Collaring, Aftercare

A/N: Sometimes babygirl is a deranged cult leader 🤷🏻‍♀️

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @alalalaaallaaalaaa @star-milk-tea @angelsanarchy @milsthouqhts @amayalul @roryculkinsbf @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste

You've got my body, flesh and bone

The sky above, the Earth below

Nothing to say and nowhere to go

A taste of the divine

- The Summoning By Sleep Token

With your ass propped up on his thighs, your shaky knees dangling over his shoulders and his face buried deep in your almost aching cunt, you bit down hard on your lower lip.

"Fuck, Kappa, I'm going to turn sore when you keep sucking my clit like that." You groaned under your breath, the overstimulation easing off a little as drew his head back for a moment, his gaze searching yours.

"I know you just want to be a good puppy for me, don't you? But you gotta be a bit more careful, okay?" His plush, pink lips were covered in a shiny layer of your past two orgasms down to his chin as he looked at you with lust-blown pupils.

" 'M sorry, Ma'am. I got a bit carried away with it, no?" For a brief moment he gnawed at the inside of his cheek with his brows arched to a soft frown.

"Yeah, yeah you did, but don't you worry about it. Just be gentle." You chuckled softly, giving him a short nod to indicate that you wanted him to continue.

"Will do, Ma'am." He answered with a faint smile pulling at the corners of his lips before leaning back in again, the tip of his tongue now caressing your fairly overstimulated clit with careful kitten-licks, nudging it softly in between gentle kisses.

"That's it, Kappa." It spilled out of your mouth in a breathy moan, your sensitive nerves tingling with every touch of his tongue.

"Fuck, you really love eating me out, don't you? Such a perfect little puppy boy for me. With nothing else on his mind than to be of service." You looked down at the frizzy mess of his black hair between your thighs, followed how his face moved against your cunt and how his breath hitting your slik-coated folds sent goosebumps across your body.

"Uh-Huh…" His response got lost in your skin as he pressed another gentle kiss to your clit, his lips gingerly enclosing it.

"How long have you been worshiping my pussy now? 2 hours, maybe even longer?", You choked back a guttural groan as his lips hit that one overly sensitive spot in particular, "You've got such a pathetic, needy oral fixation. Always kissing, licking or suckling at me somehow like the perfect fucking attention whore that you are."

You felt him mewling into your cunt as the words pinched him right where they should.

"Craving my attention all around the clock, no? And getting oh so excited when I decide that you have earned yourself some.." You pushed further, trying to talk yourself out of the bubbling and boiling mix of overstimulation and your body getting ready to come undone for a third time.

The fine line of burning arousal and equally prickling, biting overstimulation fading further with every touch of his and you couldn't decide if you needed him to stop right nor or let him push you past the threshold. Instead, you instinctively squirmed and wiggled your ass, not exactly sure whether this was causing more friction or easing it up.

"Good God, Kappa, fuck!" I shot right out of your mouth as you involuntarily arched your back, your thighs caging his face between your legs whilst your fingernails drilled themselves into the sheets.

For a split second you were actually worried about choking him out for good but that thought, alongside anything else in your mind, got sucked into oblivion as the sore coil in your lower abdomen snapped, spilling your release all across his face as a croaked, almost pained moan erupted from the depths of your lungs and yet Kappa took it up a notch by shoving his tongue into your cunt right as your body started trembling. Your walls throbbed and contracted around his tongue as he tongue-fucked you through your orgasm and you forgot how to breath for what seemed to be an eternity.

"Fuck, Kappa." You whined, only slowly coming down from your orgasmic high as he gently slid your knees from his shoulders and pulled himself out of you with a wet squelch, his entire face lighting up in a blissed out expression as he looked at you with nothing but admiration in his eyes, your chest heaving up and down.

"Come here." You opened up your arms, inviting him into a tight embrace.

Following it, Kappa crawled over to you, resting his head on your chest and sighing softly as you pressed an avalanche of kisses to his forehead.

"You can't imagine how much I fucking love my perfect, little puppy boy." ,You raised your hand to the back of head to pet him carefully, "Getting me off again and again when I want you to.."

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck with a satisfied but thoroughly tired smile.

"You know, the other day, I thought about getting you a pretty, little collar. Maybe with a tag on it too so that everyone can see just how much I love you. Would you like that?" You noticed Kappa shifting a little, his body pressed close to yours.

"You'd do that? Really?" He whispered into your neck, his voice laced with excitement.

"Oh, absolutely. My perfect puppy deserves a pretty collar, doesn't he?"

#asks are appreciated #asks are always open #rory culkin #black mirror #black mirror: beyond the sea #kappa #kappa black mirror #kappa x fem!reader #kappa x you #kappa smut

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danihow · 2 years

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So... what if...

Legolas x Elf!Fem!Reader Lord of the Rings

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: While babysitting Aragorn's child, Legolas enjoys the little .made up family moment with you, his love.

Warnings: Fluff, talks about having a family and getting married, female reader, that’s it.

A/N: This is pretty much another 5 month old draft that I'm throwing away for y'all, hope you all enjoy! Fun fact, i wrote this in like the three different perspectives without noticing and THE NIGHTMARE it was to fix it.

The sun was rising high upon the sky, the number of white and soft clouds floating around were easily counted with the fingers of a hand just, the birds chirping happily as the rays of sunlight entered untouched through the tall windows of the hall, beaming against the velvety light blue fabric of your dress, you, the elf who had just walked out of the library after helping Arwen with something she needed.

As for now your eyes wandered through every arched door the castle had opened, searching for your beloved elf, who the more you look the less seemed to appear around.

Maybe he had gone out to horse riding with Aragorn, she thought to herself, not trying to think how unlikely it would’ve been from him to go without asking her if she wanted to, because she loved horse riding the lands around Gondor.

"Miss Y/N, how has your day been?" A maid of the castle asked her as they met in the hallway, the maid carrying in her arms a big bunch of stuff for the gardener.

"It's been good, Marilla, thank you. Let me help you." She offered, taking the upper half of the stuff in her arms.

"But my lady..."

"Don't, I already know what you are going to say, but I will help you and you cannot change my mind." And with that she started walking again, urging the woman to follow her, her smile brightening up where she went.

A couple of minutes later of Y/N following Marilla around they end up at the royal gardens, where the now old gardener of the castle waited for the object, he asked for with a smile splattered on his face.

"Lady Y/N, since when are you around this lands?" He asked, taking everything out of her arms and putting it aside.

"Both Legolas and I came back from the south two days ago, our mission has already ended so we plan on staying for a little while." Her pearly smile as dashing as ever. "Have you seen him by chance?"

"Sure thing my lady, he is with Eldarion down in the town, he said something about exploring the market if I am not wrong." He announced, earning a nod from the elf as she waved the both of them goodbye and walked towards the huge doors of the castle, open for the villagers.

A few dozen of meters down the stone way the sweet smell of the flowers displayed in front of the flower shop mixed with the harsh burnt scent of worked iron filled her nostrils, her ears picking up on the bustle from the town along with some other details.

"Lady Y/N, is so good to see you around? You want some freshly baked bread?" An old woman that took Y/N in during the battle of Mordor smiled up to her, her wrinkly eyes holding on to the shine of all they'd seen in their long human life.

"I will come for some later, I'm not carrying coins with me right not."

"Sh, sh, later it will be stone hard, take it now, I know you'll pay me later honey, and I don't need the money either way."

"Are you sure ma'am?"

"I'm always sure, even when I sat there and cured you gashes, I've never not been sure of something I do." She says, wisely speaking but to the elf, the old lady was just cute, her hand gestures as she put the bread in a cloth, her facial expression as she spoke to her, just in the way the elf had seen her speak to her grandchildren. "Now go, honey."

"By the way, have you seen Legolas around?" She asks, taking the bread the woman shoved in her hands.

"I saw him walk around not that long ago."

"Thank you lots."

And just like that, the elf was onto walking again, thankful to have chosen a dress not too long to be draping and getting dirty on the dusty stone, just as she thanked the casual look it could hold as of not dragging that much attention towards her, her long elven braids and ears already being a giveaway.

After not much more than ten minutes you spot a head full of white braided hair, taller than the average humans that surrounded you, with light steps you approached him, his ears apparently picking up on your sneaking between the crown because before you could reach he turned, the toddler prince up his arms with an apple on his hands. "You didn't actually thought you could sneak up on me, right Y/N?" He said, a teasing in his voice as he smiled at her, her beauty under the sunlight being as stunning as he could ever remember.

"I had hopes I could, but I guess I was wrong."

"Next time take off the necklace I made you, it has this very peculiar clink, maybe it'll help."

"Lady Y/N!" Aragorn's son called out, his tiny body leaning towards the elven with his arms extended, just for her to hold him between her own, slender arms wrapping around him and bringing him closer, happiness in his blue orbs.

"Hi young prince, did Legolas took you out the castle to the market?" You voice instantly becoming more soothing, the tone it held reminding Legolas of fresh honey and the scent of newly blossomed lilies.

"Yes Y/N, we are having fun!" He said back, his bubbly voice putting a smile on both of their faces.

"Well, if I'm not wrong time is getting near to when you are very much supposed to take your reading classes with your professor, do you think we can start heading bit by bit up to the castle?"

"But slowly, I don't want to leave the town, not just yet." He says, a small pout on his lips just as she nods, eyes rolling jokingly.

"You love outside as much as your father, huh?" Putting him down to walk she took his hand, careful not to lose him as she looked up to Legolas with a shine in her eyes, immediately putting a smile on his face.

"Shall we head back Legolas?" She says, a soft smile on her lips as she appreciated his light colored eyes, warm spreading on her chest as she mirrors his look.

"Y/N, Legolas, let's go!" Eldarion said, pulling on her hand before grabbing Legolas' too.

"I think someone wants us to, my love." Legolas chuckles, both elves starting to walk all the way up to the castle, doing occasional stops to buy with Legolas' money some stuff either his partner or the prince liked, also paying the old lady for the bread as you passed her bakery.

"And off you go, until supper Eldarion." She says, hand brushing his soft light brown locks off his eyes before he ran to Arwen, who was read to take him to his classes.

"I really liked today, but I didn't knew human children were so energetic." Legolas muttered under his breath as he watched Eldarion go, turning towards the elven and smiling warmly at her.

"I've heard they can be quite a handful sometimes, but it is not like this one is all human." She says back, hand intertwining in his as them both turn to continue walking their own way around.

"Meleth nin?" He called after some moments of silence, eyes upfront, taking in the blue colors of the sky.

"Yes?" She answered, mesmerized by a few birds that could be heard.

"Want to seat by the trees on the back gardens?" He offers, his thumb rubbing circles against the back of her hand in a loving manner.

"Of course, my love." She answered, using the two words that always got Legolas ears to shine in precious rose tones.

A quite enjoyable breeze that announced the end of spring nearing blew through them, both of their long hairs moving with the wind, Y/N's cheeks feeling relieved by the coldness it still held, just as the sound of it thought the tree branches and the flowers, a fond calmness around it as the two sat next to the other, head on his shoulder as they both stay silent, enjoying the bit of nature the castle had, staying there for around half an hour, maybe even 45 minutes, just appreciating the presence of the other, her eyes fixated on the sky and his closed, concentrated on the sounds his ears could pick up on.

"Y/N?" He whispers, hand finding her pinky fingers, playing with the metal band that adorned it, later leaving loving caresses on the creases of her palm, eyes slowly opening up to look at her who rested on his shoulder.

"Yes?"

"I have been thinking for quite some time now..." He started, his nails drawing flowers on her fingertips. "What if... we had our own little family?"

"A family?" She asks, slightly straightening to look at him, gaze meeting his, noting the way his eyes held a bit of worry hidden behind the want he felt. "Like... children of our own?"

"I'm not saying right now, we are only a bit more than half a century into our relationship and still have quite the time ahead, but after all that has happened in the last decade or so, actually, ever since Smaug and all that, we've seen so many people come and go, I can't help but think of the fact that maybe, just maybe, we don't have that much time as we think we do." He drifts off, looking down to their hands together. "So, only if you want, maybe we can start to settle down a bit, get married in a couple of springs and try to have our own little elven family. What do you think Meleth nin?"

"I... think we are ready" She answers, smiling a bit. "...and even if I hadn't thought about what you said before, the whole losing each other bit, you hold some truth to your words." Words start coming out of her mouth but Legolas notices how her brain is somewhere else, the gears in spinning, short images of her and him married, with one or maybe even two elflings running around what they'd call home don't looking like such a bad idea, the two had started dating around half a decade after the battle in the mountain, a bit above sixty years from this very moment, they've both grown into their own type of love and watched it blossom to the stable relationship you two hold now.

"So..." He starts patiently, hand sneaking to put a bit of hair behind your ear delicately, trying not to touch them too harshly, eyes centered on his live as he saw her wandering around her future words.

"I'd very much like to have a family with you, Legolas, not now, as you say, but in the near future, a little you or a little me running around sounds cute enough for me to like it." She says, nodding and smiling widely, mirroring the grin in his beautiful face, his blue eyes beaming with happiness in his next words.

"Oh, love, we have all the time you need." He says, leaning to kiss her forehead lovingly before returning to their comfortable silence.

This is a work of fiction, people mentioned or involved are actual human beings and none of this work is based on actual facts over the celebrities mentioned nor is intented to portray them in a realistic way.

Some themes are not factually acurate, any problem detected on the information given may be comunicated to me via DM.

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lunaevangeline · 2 years

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to belong

{Kuroo Tetsurou x fem!reader}

Written for Luna @writingbymoonlight ♡

Summary: bawling over your cheater ex is a waste, your childhood friend knows what to do (tw: mention of cheating)

It's been a long time since the last time Kuroo visited your family's house. Summer break is on the way but you were depressed, locking yourself in the bedroom and being silent every meal time. Your worried mom called the last emergency contact she had, Kuroo Tetsurou, your best friend, your childhood friend.

She knows he's the only one who can deal with you inside and outside. The first time your mother opens the door for him, he can notice her tired and worried eyes. An apologetic smile painted on her face, "Sorry I invited you at this time, Tetsu-kun."

Kuroo shakes his head politely, "I'm actually free. It's rather been a pleasure to be invited to your home, Ma'am."

She smiles in relief, gesturing that he can head to your room on the second floor of the house. He nods and glides to a white door with a sign of your name on it, taking his time to gently knock three times on the door leaf. There's no response.

"Y/n, it's me." You can notice him by his familiar voice.

You hum weakly in confirmation and the door opens. Your room in Kuroo's view hasn't really changed. The warm pastel color, with a row of books neatly arranged on your shelf. The simple white curtain hanging on the wall. This is the room where he used to play video games with you, when he used to gush over volleyball things, and show off the new science book he bought.

The difference is the owner of the room is not in her usual state, with gleaming eyes that can hold the sky or smile as bright as the sunflowers. You look so pathetic, snotty nose and stuffy eyes from bawling too much - though he still finds that you're the most beautiful being. Can't believe you're still a crybaby like you used to be. Disheveled hair and wrapped in your favorite blanket, you still sniff without any sign of stopping.

He knows it, he already knows that you cry over a jerk who mistreated you. He already told you he's such a red flag. But you didn't listen, just like he sometimes doesn't listen to your words. It's fair play you thought, rolling your eyes and feeding your ego.

Kuroo thinks you can be irrational sometimes, insufferable. But ironically so is he. How can he fall for you when you've fallen into another man's embrace. He thought you were just his casual childhood friend, who used to tag along with him. Not until you decided to give up on your one-sided love over years. The fact hit him in realization.

He really wants to hold you, but instead, he grabs a tissue to wipe up your tears. There's already a bunch of crumpled ones filling up the small basket bin, an indication that you've been weeping for hours. Your glistening eyes meet his hazel eyes, but he looks away and pats your head. He gently drags your head onto his shoulder, raking his digits through your hair. He doesn't have the heart to see you cry.

You tell everything chronologically with jumbled words as he's all ears. How naive, you believed he was chatting to a casual friend during your date and all his ugly lies. This is the one thing that Kuroo really loves about you, your kind heart. And he's afraid someone will use this side of you. It happened.

You seem immune to any comforting gesture. He has patted you, rubbed your back soothingly, even served your favorite ice cream flavor. Unfortunately, you have no appetite. The poor ice cream has melted into a glass of flavored milk.

"He didn't want me in the first place," you sniffled.

Your feeling for him already washed away once you find out he was cheating on you. But your ego hurt, you started comparing yourself with the other girl and feeling worthless. What does she have that you don't? All the negative thoughts in your head start whispering.

Kuroo doesn't really know how to respond.

"I don’t have perfect words. I- I’m not the kind of person who knows how to sound poetic and shit," he emphasizes the last word.

"So all I know what to tell you is that I belong to you. I don’t know if you want me. But I’m yours."

"And at this point however it is you need me, I’m here."

Frustration lingers in every word. Can you hear how desperate he is? He is down bad for you that the last thing he can offer is himself.

Because even if Kuroo Tetsurou had searched all the words in his dictionary to express his longing for you, he couldn't find the right words. Words can't convey how deep the feeling he bears for you. So his words shambled, don't know if claiming himself as yours is the right first thing to say.

Your pupils dilate and the sob begins to calm down. Kuroo clowning himself for you can stop your tears from brimming away.

"How can you say that I don't want you?"

"You were dating this jerk."

"And you've never made a move, always mentioning that I'm like your precious little sister as if you're trying to set a boundary," you pout.

"Sorry I just-" he lost at words.

Blink a few times, you look into his eyes and share a laugh. How silly you were longing for each other all this time.

"Then-"

"would you help me to fall in love again?"

"I will do anything to help," he proclaims.

"Besides, I'm sure you've started to fall for me," a smug grin plastered on his face. You smack his arms, leaving out an 'ouch' from his mouth.

He has taken the crumbs of your heart by now. It shouldn't be difficult because you used to love him and to fall all over again will definitely be an easy task to do.

Because your heart remembers how it was, what it means to long for him.

And you know, you're now in good care.

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"i know jingliu well enough to know what's going on. as long as she knows what she's doing."

"alexi sent you? she's only going to hurt herself more getting you to delve into this. fine, i'll indulge with you just this once, take a seat."

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❀ dynamics; bunny x snow leopard // the moon & the stars // "maybe in another life" "why couldn't it be this one?" // “i’m broken” “and i love you regardless” // forbidden love

jlu: no matter my past nor my future, she’s hellbent on staying at my side… honestly, short-life species are so stubborn in the wrong times.

❀ first meeting; the first time jingliu and alexi met, it was under no good circumstances - most times even now, they do not see each other with happy intentions. despite being a non-xianzhou native and short-life species, alexi works for the cloud knights on the luofu and as the “adoptive” older sister of yanqing, she was with him the day he stumbled upon jingliu while searching for the missing fugitive, blade. meaning the first time alexi met jingliu, it was basically almost an arrest.

jlu: she was quick to catch onto my blindfold’s true reason, not like that blond boy of jing yuan’s. she would be better suited for the sky-faring commission or tucked in the seat of divine foresight and yet she’s risking that fragile life of hers in the cloud knights…

❀ spending time together; the relationship the pair of them share is not public information due to the circumstances of one of them being a prisoner. when jingliu was moved to another xianzhou ship to be imprisoned, alexi put in her notice to be transferred to the ship with her and acts as a guard specifically for jingliu. she’ll take her on walks - still shackled, of course - around the ship whenever the weather is nice. no matter how much jingliu pushes her away for her ‘safety,’ alexi is hellbent on sitting outside of her cell.

jlu: she stays no matter what… it’s a shame she went back to the luofu for a few days on a so-called holiday. i’m… missing her constant company.

❀ not safe for work; the grace period between jingliu’s transfer left them with a day or so of freedom onboard the luofu. tucked away in a corner, slim (and skilled) fingers sit knuckle deep within the younger cloud knight, the swordmaster’s lips ghosting over her neck before pressing to her lips, drinking in little whimpers and moans from the whole affair.

❀ petnames for each other; for jlu: ma'am, liuliu / liu, her moon & snowflake. for alx: bunny, lexi / lex, her star & little one.

"that cloud knight is oddly cosy with the woman. i feel sorry for her."

𐙚 jingexi’s playlist; all too well, taylor swift // another love, tom odell // happier, ed sheeran // the book of you & i, alec benjamin // sparks, coldplay // atlantis, seafret.

#angel’s guide ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 #field of flowers ♡ jingexi #prev ->#⋆𐙚₊ jingexi ˚⊹♡

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Summary: Summary: Bobby, Sam, Katherine and Dean come together to celebrate Deans 16th birthday.

Trigger warnings: Curses, Mentions of John Winchester (I very much dislike the man), mentions of sex like once.

Authors Note: Writing fanfiction is literally so much fun and kinda addicting. Here's a tiny piece I had done and liked. Let me know what y'all think, I'm still kinda new to supernatural but I love the show too much to not try and write something. Just a huge flashback piece really, family fluff. The italics are flashbacks. My grammar is also shaky, it is edited just as a far warning. Hope y'all like it 🤎.

Word Count: 9.7k

Apple pie life: 1995

January 24th/ 1995

Bobby stood at the door as the large white dog sat beside him. They watched as Katherine cracked open the box, spilling all the pieces out in a heap on the table. Bobby looked up at Katherine, as Jackie walked over hopping up on a chair sitting with Katherine. "Well hello ma'am, don't we look pretty today?" She asked, scratching under Jackie's chin, kissing the side of her head before she continued making an outline of the border. He picked up the box," Snakes of the Garden?" He asked picking up the cardboard box and inspected the picture on the front.

The front was covered in leaves and scattered flowers. Varying in size and colour, some red and some white. There was even a light pink one. And there were four snakes in total: A red one with white triangles going down its back into a winding tail. A yellow one with white markings, swirl like markings on its body. A beige one that out of all three was the only one with a true snake skin like etchings on it in black. And lastly another beige one covered in yellow dots. "Yup," Katherine said, not looking up as she began sorting out the snake and flower pieces into separate piles," Sam thought I would like it. So Dean got it for him."

Bobby returned the box to the table this time laying it flat and putting it in front of Katherine. Bobby began noticing the all too familiar wrinkle between her eyebrows,"When you say got…" Bobby asked, looking at the young girl in front of him. She snorted looking up at Bobby,"I think we all know Dean's way of getting things. But it's okay cause he's the shit." "Language." "He is … really really cool." Bobby shook his head, grabbing the brim of his hat and scratching his head with it before sliding it back into place. "You're hanging out with those idjits to much." Katherine scooted the flower piles and snake piles to the right of the table and moved all the greenery farther to the left side of the table as she began building the border. "But those idjits are my best friends."

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The loud thundering of Baby racing down the dead highway as Dean tried pushing the limits for going past the speed limit. Sam gripped the seatbelt that held him to the chair as he watched the trees and night whip past the car. " I can't believe Dad gave you the car." Sam scoffed as they continued racing down the hall,"Slow down, why don't you? We're gonna attract the cops attention." Dean laughed it off turning up Bad to the Bone," Sammy you'll understand when you're older." " You're 4 years older than me." Sam called back, Dean raised a finger,"Older " Dean said laughing reaching over and ruffling Sam hair. He thumped his fingers along the steering wheel," Look Sammy for once in a long while we won't be with dad. We basically get the night off."

Sam shook his head in rhetorical disappointment,"You do realize how sad that sounds right." Dean thinks it over as he pulls his eyebrows together,"You're 12, what do you know." Dean raised a hand waving him off,"Look point is for the next however long until he gets back. Yes, it's shitty that he just walks, but it's his job. And our job as kids is to help make his life easier and just roll with the punches." Dean explained looking out the front windshield. He was in awe of their not being a cloud in the sky. Nothing illuminating but the beautiful bursts of energy floating above. Dean was in a good mood.

He has Sammy, he got the car, he got the cassettes, he even got that ridiculously to big leather jacket his dad loved. All signs were pointing to Dean. And there was nothing that could have possibly put that on a halt. It wasn't very often Dean felt like he was genuinely winning in life. He would relish in his winning, even if his winnings were hand me downs that had nothing to do with Dean. That it had everything to do with John unloading anything he can onto Dean. "Yes except when Dad comes back to us to take those punches out on us." Sam said disgruntled as continued staring out the window.

"You know I don't know why you are so pessimistic about having a day off. Just be happy about the fact that we are not on a hunt. You won't have school, I finally got a set of wheel-" "That is on a loaner." Sam pointed out,"I finally have a set of wheels," Dean started talking over Sam," I promise, Dad won't lay a hand on you as long as I'm alive, okay? Like I said enough of the pasamissim, I don't get in a good mood often don't kill it." Dean finished off smiling at Sammy as he lowered the volume a smidge,"You get some sleep, we'll be at uncle Bobby's by tomm-" "So it doesn't bother you when he ships us off to uncle Bobby's out of convenience?" Dean thought over Sam's question,"I think it's not my place to ask and it shouldn't be yours. Dad knows what he is doing. Trust me, go to sleep." "Bu-" " Sam."

Dean took a deep breath as he tightened a hold on the wheel subtly. "Just enjoy the road trip with your big brother." Sam looked down at his hands as he began picking at the ends of his hoodie. He nodded and laid his head against the window, closing his eyes. Head bumping the window every now and again as the drive continued. Dean's eyes flickered over to Sam's now leaning figure as he got comfortable. He reached behind him in the back seat grabbing his jacket. He slowed the car down to open it and lay it on Sam. He laid a soft hand on his shoulder and left it there a few seconds removing it and started driving again.

If there was anything Dean hated more in life than Sam not having stability. Is Sam asking questions he can't answer, he understands that this is their life. He understands that the life they have is about surviving and not living. He also understands how he hates it, but endures it for Sammy. Dean couldn't picture a day where he would leave Sammy alone. The thought brought very little comfort like a shock blanket being given to someone for comfort. He just hoped nearly prayed, he was more than temporary comfort for Sam. Dean cleared his throat plastering that good ole Winchester smile on and kept thinking about how he lucked out. I got Baby.

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He smiled as he pulled into the familiar auto shop. The familiar rows of cars filled his sight as he pulled into the garage. Going to his usual side, putting the car in park. Dean cut the engine pulling the keys from the ignition turning towards Sam staring a minute before growing a villainous smirk. He grabbed Sam's shoulders quickly, shaking him yelling incoherently. "WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!" Sam yelled in distress and he swung his arms wildly around him. Dean began laughing so hard tears rolled down his cheeks watching his brother have a full on meltdown.

He wished he grabbed his camera in time. Sam breathed heavily finally opening his eyes looking to the fiend to his left,"What the shit dude!?" "We're here grab your bag." Dean said, grabbing the jacket from the seat where it fell from Sam's body. He grabbed the door handle pulling it open,"Jerk," Sam called out to his older brother as he stepped out of the car. "Bitch." Dean called before closing the door to Baby as he coughed still laughing from earlier events. He welcomed the cold air of South Dakota as his cheeks quickly reddened from the cold weather quickly rushing on his jacket making his way quickly to the trunk. Grabbing his bag and Sammy's reaching up to close the trunk.

He grabbed the trunk lid slamming it shut seeing Sam come around the corner. "Again you choose to come visit Bobby during the coldest month because?" Dean shook his head,"It's not about the cold. Come on." He jerked his head towards the house as they made the trek. Making it to the door Sam rubbed his hands together breathing into them as his ears turned pink, Dean knocked harshly onto the door waiting for the familiar old face to greet them. But no one did, so Dean knocked again, this time being met with loud barking that rang from dean assumed upstairs as it raced closer and closer to the door. "Maybe he isn't home?" Sam asked from behind Dean, "He isn't but Jackie is."

Thank god for key copying. He slid the key into the hole and twisted it. As soon as he opened the door he met with the large white ball plowing straight into him, knocking him on his back as the white dog began barking and whining in excitement licking Dean's face. Sam just looked at the two patting Jackie on the head walking in the house leaving his brother on the porch. As he opened the door stepping into his familiar home. Same smell it had been for years: smoke, whiskey and spice. One he welcomed with open arms as he opened the doors holding it for Sammy as he stepped into the house. "Uncle Bobby?" Sam called out, again being met with silence. "Thanks for the help Sammy." Dean said, finally walking behind Sammy and Jackie trotted in quickly as Dean closed the door.

Sam turned and looked at Dean and shrugged confused,"What do we do?" Dean shrugged back,"Go upstairs and unpack sleep, unwind you get the point." Dean smiled sarcastically, finding purchase on Bobby's couch laying down pulling a blanket he saw on the arm pulling it on top of him and passed out. Jackie follows and sleeps on the floor at Dean's head. Sam looked at Dean and shook his head at him. He grabbed Dean's fallen boots and placed them by the end of the couch and placed his bag next to them. He turned around to go up the stairs and spotted the fallen coat that laid a stray on the ground. He walked over picking it up dusting it off before placing it on a hook by the door. He turned walking to the staircase making his way up the steps turning to the left going to the familiar spare bedroom.

He twisted the cool iron door handle and pushed the door open. He smiled as he was met with the simple bedroom. A simple rectangle gray rug laid on the wooden floor, to the left center there was a simple bed, the sheets black and the bedding blue and two white pillows. Although if he were being honest they were more faded blue thrifted quilts Bobby had found finding more kids would be in the house and didn't want them to freeze. On both sides of the bed lay bedside tables one had a lamp and the other had a light up light switch. That when you lifted the switch up and down the tiny box illuminated. Bobby had this when he found the boy sprawled out on either side of the bed at times reading or doing homework and deciding it would be easier if Sam had multiple storage areas.

Sam walked over to the bed and looked out the window that sat across from him. It looked into the woods, while comforting for some. It left Sam with a feeling of unease. Since he was a kid it was a nasty feeling ripple that feeling like someone wrapped their hands around his spine and squeezed. Also realizing he was in Bobby's house his body went back relaxing knowing that here he had no reason to be afraid. But that didn't stop him from sleeping with the window closed and curtain covering it and sleeping with his back to it. He sat down onto the bed and leaned down untying his shoes leaving them on the floor going straight under the covers knocking his duffle bag onto the floor with a thud as he drifted off.

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"Pie crust last thing kid?" He asked the young girl holding onto the arm band she wore kept sliding down her arm. Occasionally she would slide it back up, but now she let it hang just above her elbow,"Kid?" She looked up at Bobby nodding her head,"I said yes." She looked straight ahead as Bobby grabbed one of the red and blue boxes, putting it in the cart. He began pushing it forward as they made their way out of the market to checkout Katherine as she began unloading the ingredients onto the checkout belt. Out of the corner of her eye she saw key chains and she walked over the few feet and looked over them. Some say I love South Dakota, some have the state itself. Initials, names, animals, letters etc.

She kept looking and saw a cartoon section, she was excited. She read Jem, thundercats, my neighbour Totoro. She had to make a mental reminder to watch it with the boys another day. Her personal favourite smurfs, Scooby Doo, and her eyes struck gold meeting garfield. She grabbed the keychain handing it to Bobby as he was going to pay walking back other to him holding the edge of his vest that he wore. Once everything was paid and bagged she helped Bobby put the bags in the cart and once again took her place at the edge my Bobby as they left. She told the lady thank you as they made their exit going to Bobby's brown mustang.

They unloaded all of the bags into Bobby's trunk and it slammed closed,"Can I go out the cart back?" The old man nodded at the girl as he leaned against the driver's side watching her push the cart to the cart holder. Katherine's little feet padded quickly as she burst into a sprint coming back to the car. A small victory made her face light up," Big yearold task complete." She said with a resounding smile as she put her hands on her hips. Bobby held a private proud smile on his lips as he raised his hand (more lowered) to her tiny frame as they made a resounding clap when they met. "Front or back?" Bobby asked offering Katherine the choice, sometimes she liked to sit up front to feel older and powerful with the speed. But also the majority of the time the speed sometimes felt like a lot for Katherine. She often found solace in not being directly in the eye of the beast.

Even if the beast was something as small as a clear windshield. But she found comfort in the seatbelt and being behind the man she saw nothing but stars and radiance for. "Backseat!" She said with a laugh as Bobby opened the door for her as she climbed into the car he closed the door behind her turning around to his door opening it and swinging it open. You could hear the groan in the hinges with age and maybe rust. "You all good to go kid?" Bobby asked as he reached out to close the car door. He looked into the rear view, Katherine nodded excitedly as she held onto the key chain like her life depended on it. A subtle smile crawled its way onto Bobby's face as he backed up and drove out of the store parking lot making the familiar trek home.

For a moment Bobby felt very domestic with Katherine in the backseat, the windows down just driving. How when he heard the car door hinges practically scream, he would give it to her when she was older or even build her one, teach her to build one. He for a moment, wanted to give this little girl everything he had missed, and things he didn't know he missed. Like having another person around, when Conrad brought Katherine to the house he felt something different waking up, the feeling of someone being there. In your home that you want to also be theirs, and nothing beats the sound of the laughter that haunts the walls. And he wouldn't do anything to take it back either. For a moment he could picture giving her the car as she graduated. For a moment he could hear the bickering between Katherine and Dean arguing about who got the better car. And how Dean was automatically awesome for getting a car before her. Katherine's counter argument would be he was way older, he would be that he is just swag shit cool no matter what he did. And Sam looking to Bobby for help.

But instead he would ignore Sam's desperate cry for help and drink the beer as he watched the two old friends for the upteempth time, as they got into it. Sometimes although Bobby didn't want to admit it, sometimes privately he would be thankful for this dad experience he got in helping raise these kids. That despite never having kids because he was so afraid of being a carbon copy of his dad. That he would break them, and kids are pure and shouldn't have to go through what he did. Even if he understands way later on down the line, he himself was just a kid. So he would be the person he wished he had when he was younger. Because that's how it goes right? You become the person you wished you had in your life? So he tried his damndest to create a world where monsters(at least the ones who lived within your four walls) couldn't exist. Who knew the worst kind of trouble would be the kind that couldn't be held in devil's traps.

But he was her father, same for Sam and Dean. Bobby would do anything for his kids no matter what. Because of them he was able to learn blood don't end in family and it was something he ingrained into his kids. Like as you grow, life goes to shit sometimes, and in those times you meet the most unlikely of people. Some that may save you, some that may kill you, and some that may change you. It's okay to have people you never imagine being in your corner, and okay if you find a home in the most unlikely of places. Home isn't about where you sleep, it's about where you laugh and make memories. It's about where you can wake up and go to sleep and know you have a constant. That you wake up with a feeling of content that this situation what you have been fighting for. But the thing isn't you shouldn't have to fight for the right to live. Atleat that's what Bobby is still learning.

It's about the places when you walk into rooms and hear the echoes of the conversation. It's about looking at the people around you and seeing the snot nosed little shits they once were. Seeing how they have grown either with you, around you or without you. And it's okay if they do grow away. Sometimes people are only in your life for what you need. Nothing more than a short time. But that was a bit too sappy for Bobby's blood so he would just put it as be smart and not idiots, and use your brains, idjits. Or something along the lines of that. "Do you think he'll like it grandpa?" Katherine asked swiping the hair that had gotten in her face from the cracked window. "Of course he will kid. He can eat a pie under 30 minutes of you let em, and your even making his favourite one. I do smell favouritism but yes he will like it. He'll even like the keychain. Why'd you get it? He doesn't drive?"

"Because he's gonna get Uncle John's car." She says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Bobby laughed in surprise,"You really think John's gonna give Dean that tank. He loves that car." "Of course he will, everything's that's Uncle John's Dean eventually gets. Including the unnecessary trauma. Plus he reminds me of how Dad gave everything or most of his hunting things passing it to Henry. Highly possible." He nods at her. Jesus, alright then. They pulled back into the Singer auto shop and put his car into park closer to the house. He turned the car off unbuckling his seat beat as he got out closing his door. Reaching for the passenger side holding it open for Katherine as she slides out of the car,"Thank you." She said walking to the trunk,"No problem kid." Bobby said, closing it, opening the trunk, grabbing their bags, holding one and setting another on the ground.

He reached up, closing the trunk as he grabbed the bag on the ground while nodding his head to Katherine as they walked to the front door. Katherine grabbed Bobby's keys from his vest pocket and bounded to the screen door, opening it and unlocking the front door. She held it open for Bobby as she stepped off to the side untying her shoes, peeling them off, and putting them by the front door. Making a mental note to bring them up to her room. Bobby walked towards the kitchen as Katherine said,"I'll be back in two seconds Grandpa!" Katherine shouted racing up the stairs to her room opening the door and tossing her shoes in. Quickly making her way downstairs,"Jackie!" Katherine whistled coming down the stairs hearing the jingle of Jackie's collar in the living room. She walked over to the couch seeing Jackie she leaned down scratching her head as her eyes flickered to the couch.

"Dean!" She screamed out, launching herself at the older Winchester. Excitement filled her entire being she thought she might start vibrating with the feeling. Katherine was expecting to see the brothers way later in the evening, definitely not around three pm. Dean jumped in fright as Bobby came marching around the corner, gun in hand. Katherine quickly threw herself back,"Wait where's Samuel?" Without waiting for an answer she quickly got off the confused half asleep boy and startedstowards the stairs. Stopping running back kissing dean on the head and going back up to the stairs,"SAMUEL!" Katherine yelled running up the stairs tripping on the last one catching herself on the railing. Not letting that deter her she ran to the guest room throwing the door open running to the bed. She jumped on it, spying a familiar head of brown hair, she began shaking him.

"Sam, Sam, Sam." Sam grumbled awake as he began swatting the hands away,"Dean not again leave me alone." "Sam, it's Katherine. Wake up!" She huffed/whined out still shaking the young man. Sam pushed the shaking arms off as he sat up blinking the sleep from his eyes. Finally opening his eyes and everything focused back into place, in front of him sat a very impatiently awaiting girl, waiting for him to get up. A familiar tug hit his heart seeing Katherine,"You awake now loser?" Katherine asked, Sam nodded and opened his arms to hug Katherine and she excitedly accepted it hugging the younger Winchester back. "What are y'all doing here so early, I thought Uncle John wasn't bringing y'all till later?" Katherine asked, still in Sam's hold.

He rested his cheek on her head,"Dad gave Dean the car, said he can take it to Bobby's for a drive since he got a truck." Katherine jumped back,"He gave him the car?" She asked excitedly, Sam laughed at her,"Yea. Get this, he's not even changing anything about the car, he is keeping it exactly as is." "To be fair this is the Dean we're talking about. He would probably want everything in his life to stay constant and be as unchanged as possible." "True." "Plus have you seen that car?" Katherine asked, feeling Sam nod against her head," 'Better than sex and nearly as good as bacon cheeseburgers' at least what I have heard Dean say." "What's sex?" Katherine asked,"I actually don't know."

"All I have to say is that car is awesome? I wouldn't either. I gotta go do something but I'll be down stairs, happy napping. I just wanted to say hi." Katherine stood up kissing Sam on the head as she turned to leave quickly going to the door grabbing and turning the knob. She turned and waved to Sam who was watching her leave. He smiled back and watched her disappear behind the door. And that stupid smile would stay on his face as he laid down staring at the ceiling. Both arms at his side as he started at the ceiling, I've gotta ask Dean how to talk to girls. Do I even talk to girls yet? What does that even mean? Does talking to girls mean sex? Maybe I gotta ask him about that too.

Katherine made her way back down stairs to see Bobby and Dean on the couch,"You got the car?" Katherine asked, coming up behind the men on the couch looking at Dean as he turned around putting his arm over the back of the couch turning to her," Well hello to you too sweetheart. And yes I did. Baby my pride and joy." "You and Henry can now race with his car." "Kate street racing is illegal." "You kill monsters, don't start talking about what's legal mister." Dean raised his hands in mock surrender looking at the younger girl. "Oh!" Katherine said out loud more for herself as she walked over to Bobby whispering in his ear about how she was supposed to go bake with Dean here? Bobby explained to her he will take care of it and stood up. Bobby stood up and clapped Dean on the shoulder telling him to go upstairs and sleep. Katherine couldn't see it but he had bags from the long drive, being the first time he had made the long drive on his own. When typically he would half it. Or do the drive in shifts with John.

But what people didn't know was that if Dean wanted to come down, he would have to make the drive. John as of recently had been on the mantra that if you're old enough to get your license you don't need to hold dear old dad's hand. Not that John was ever anything related to the word kind and gentle. But in his own way, if he could get his boys to survive that was all he needed to do.

"I'm telling you once they drive you have to let them do their own thing." Conrad said as sat on the porch next to John. John kept his gaze on the crystal glass in his hand as the bottle of whiskey sat between them. "Is that why you gave Henry that big ugly thing?" Conrad laughed as he raised the glass to his lips as the familiar woodsy scent filled his nose as the warm feeling filled his veins as he took a hefty swing. He sucked in a quick breath,"It's called being practical. You wouldn't know that with your flashy piece. Subtlety is key, besides nothing is better than functionality." Conrad said refilling his cup. Now this made John laugh genuinely," Yes because seeing that tank a mile away for sure is the subtlety you want when killing demons."

Conrad nodded," Hey don't come thank my ass when that Humvee runs down a hoard of vamps. Remember back in '60?" "You mean when you ran your old mans perfectly working bug into the brick wall?" Conrad laughed along side his friend," Yea I also remember how he kicked my ass." "But it taught you didn't it?" John asked, looking over to his long time friend. "Yea it certainly did, turn pain into a teaching moment. Now look at me prime example of where you should be." John laughed clapping a hand on his back"Yes, because you are a picture perfect version of health." Conrad snorted as John took a swing, feeling the familiar smooth rich smoky flavor coat his tongue. "It's called Conditioning."

For a split second Dean got a sad feeling in his gut hearing that. Not going to the immediate conclusion of he was obviously tired. He jumped to maybe he shouldn't have come and spending all that time on the road to get here was stupid,"Hey it's okay. I promise we can hang out later. Pinkie promise." The small girl raised a pinkie to the older boy infront of her. She noticed the sad smile that had begun to tug at his lips. Perk of being the smallest in almost any household, you notice everything (in retrospect). She just couldn't understand why he was upset.

He was at Bobby's on his birthday, and he had Sam, Bobby and Katherine. In Katherines small mind she couldn't think of anything else he could need. She also didn't really understand why Uncle John wasn't here but this she didn't quite feel like voicing. Based on the whispers written on the walls and how tight Dean kept himself wound when he was around his Dad. It gave the little girl a feeling she didn't like. It sat uncomfortable in her stomach bubbling, just slightly beneath the skin. She didn't know why Dean didn't seem to like Uncle John. But she also reminded herself that maybe that's how father's were with their sons.

It's not like she could ask anyone what it's like being a daughter. A small smile played on Dean's lips as he linked his pinkie with hers kissing his hand and she kissed hers. Sealing a silent promise between the two,"Promise to be here when I wake Kate?" "Ofcourse I'll be here." She said laughing when Dean reached down to ruffle Katherines hair, she laughed swatting the hand away. She watched Dean get up as he made his way towards the stairs. "Don't leave your stuff in the living room." Katherine scolded him watching him just up and leave. "You gonna harp on me about my laundry next Kate." She shook her head grabbing his bag handle, heaving it off of the floor bringing it to Dean,"Well someone's gotta teach you your manners."

"Amen." Bobby said quietly watching the entire exchange, not missing the smile that reached Dean's eye at Katherines natural scolding of the older Winchester. It felt as though no time truly passed. Dean laughed, taking the bag out of Katherine's hand and leaned down picking up his boots. He lifted his belongings as if they were winnings at a carnival,"Happy?" She nodded at him. She looked over at her dog,"Keep his nightmares away." She panted blinking wide eyed at the girl while panting at the girl. Jackie got up and trotted his way up the stairs walking ahead of Dean. "I don't have nightmares," Dean said "Sure and I'm not scared of the dark." "You're scared of the dark?" "You don't get nightmares?"

Surprisingly there was a time when Dean Winchester knew peace. It wasn't very long lived but it was nice when he had it. If I had a nickel for everytime Dean Winchester was happy. I'd have two nickels which isn't a lot. But it's weird it only happened twice right? Dean turned to go to the stairs,"Wait!" Katherine called throwing herself back at the hedgehog Winchester,"Happy birthday." She said muffled into his chest, and for a second it felt like a cherished whisper that tugged at his heart, only in the way Katherine always seemed to bring out. Dean caught himself from breaking into a full on grin. So he pulled on a hearty grin leaning down kissing her on the head,"Thank you angel." If Dean ever ha d a preference for living, everyone under Bobby's roof was all he genuinely could need.

Dean said into the top of her curled head, gaining enough of a mouthful of hair and bitter taste of conditioner. Who knew Bobby could be so girl dad coded. If the conditioner was Bobby's doing, Dean was impressed. "Kate you've gotta hold still." Dean said in a huff of frustration at the girl sitting in front of him. The girl whined sitting on the floor shifting uncomfortably on the floor as her butt felt as if it were falling asleep. Dean had taken it upon himself to learn how to braid Katherines hair. Well okay to just do and help manage her hair, and help her do it until she was able to get a handle on it herself.

He had been on the same braid for what felt like hours. But in reality only was 30 minutes as he had to restart a few times. Due to always losing the section of hair or not grabbing enough hair when braiding. And Dean was super anal about them looking well. Despite the complaining 7 year old on the floor twisting on the pillow. Not used to both the tightness on her head and the overbearing nature of someone in a care position. The tugging was wearing the girl thin as she twisted in the seat. Dean's slightly greased hand gently turned her head straight a few times when it came to parting.

The part turned out a bit zig zagged and crooked but it was the closest he could get with the squirming. "But I'm tired." Kate whined beneath him causing Dean to sigh out of frustration. He looked at the small clock as the time neared 9:45. "I know, but I promise you can go to sleep after. I'm almost done promise." "But you said that 20 minutes ago." "Katherine." He said in a warning tone,"I understand you're tired. I do, but we have to get this done sweet girl." She nodded as she tried sitting still, allowing him to tie off the doable looking braid. For a second Dean's eyes flickered to Sam's sleeping figure debating waking up the 8 year old.

He thought about waking Sammy up for a couple of reasons. The main one being he felt Katherine secretly had a favorite and being closer in age would make the teeth pulling activity of braids go by quicker. Sam would just talk to Katherine about any and everything. From movies, to books, to puzzles, sometimes about bugs. But that doesn't tend to be a class favourite since it reminds Sammy of the time Katherine had chased him around with a bee. Dean had told Katherine to go show Sam and how much he would like it. Katherine being the impressionable child she is didn't think twice showing her new discovery to Sammy.

But what made the experience all the more memorable was hearing the dead silent two seconds before the younger Winchester let out an earth shattering shriek. Imagine a 8 year old never had hit puberty, little boy fighting for his life as Kate began chasing him with a bee. To which Katherine in her mind must have thought 'I just have to get closer for him to like it better'. But it indeed would not get better, Dean had tears in his eyes from all the laughing he had been doing for nearly 2 weeks straight, as he watched Sam avoid Kate like the plague. Dean had the most guaranteed thought in thinking Sammy had the smallest crush on Kate from when they met. He liked her excited energy and always willing to give hugs. And that despite what most people think, they do genuinely enjoy.

But being touch starved and boys it's always comedic watching the two brush it off. But nothing beat the starstruck feeling Sammy got the first time Kate gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The wide eyed confused look he had for the girl was beyond him. But what told Dean Sammy was sold on Katherine easy. It was simple and harmless if Dean remembers correctly it was right before bed and Sammy and Katherine were talking about everything and nothing. They drank hot chocolate that Bobby had managed to scrounge up in his house. Going with the ideology of it can be cooked it can be eaten. And from how those two were giggling into their cup of molten chocolate goodness, they had no issue with it either.

They had been talking at the dining room table hands moving animatedly as the conversation grew. Breaks being taken only to take sip of their beverage or to laugh. Dean was almost sure they were 9 times out of 10 talking about him, whenever he would walk into the room hushed whispers resounded in the room. Or at least as quiet as you can get for a young kid, which was the equivalent of loud whispering. But the way they would huddle together would make it seem like they were truly in their own world. Sam shook his head wildly as he swallowed a huge gulp of the chocolatey goodness,"Hold on." He said choking as he got serious,"Hold on, hold on. Her sister was a witch right?"

Katherine nodded along,"And what was her sister?" "A princess?" Katherine guessed. "Wicked Witch of the East bro." Katherine scrunched her face confused," I don't think that's correct, a witch can't be a princess." Katherine shook her head going against Sammy's sentence. And this the younger Winchester did not like as his eyebrows shot up to his hairline,"YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG?! YOURE YOURE GONNA TELL ME THAT I AM WRONG. ME?!" Sam sputtered out. "Am I wrong?" Katherine asked giggling at the boys out burst. "SHE WORE A CROWN AND CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE ERINE. THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS."

At this point he had flailed his hands around a bit getting animated into the conversation. Katherine smiled widely at Sam's expressions, how as he got more into the conversation. It slowly reeled her in with his magnetism. "Alright kids, bedtime come on, get." Bobby said walking into the kitchen clapping as he waited for Katherine. He knew she felt more comfortable when Bobby looked after her when she went to bed. She hoped down from the seat quickly walking over to Sam and kissed him the cheek. But more hitting his mole on the left side of his face. Dean watched as it seemed to shock the boy a bit as his eyes widened and he hesitated before wrapping his arms around Katherine.

As quickly as the hug started it ended as Katherine went over to Dean and doing the same before she marched up the stairs Bobby in tow behind her. Dean looked over to Sammy seeing he was still kinda stuck,"You okay Sammy?" The older brother asked his younger one. He shrugged,"I don't know. I'm not used to that, what does it mean?" Sam's wondering eyes looked up to Dean's concentrated thing of what he could say," Because hugs are sometimes a way to express happiness." "What about the kiss, you told me Mom was the only person who does that to us." " You know Kate, she is very affectionate. And it's not just mom, I meant no one in our family does it except mom."

"Is that why Dad doesn't hug us." "Hugs aren't the only way to show happiness. Dad sends us to Uncle Bobby's because he makes us happy. Come on let's get you up to bed." Sam nodded, walking up the stairs ahead of Dean making his usual way to the guest room that Sam stayed in when the boys came over and stayed with Bobby. He opened the door as Dean followed standing at the door looking over to the window,"Is it latched and locked?" "Yes Dean." "Good." He watched Sam get into bed and reach over turning off the lamp," Night Dean." "Goodnight Sammy." Dean said, walking out of his room, completely closing the door. Making his way to his room, he stopped upon hearing a giggle seep from the walls, a pause followed by more. As he heard creaking, Dean started jumped as if he had been caught somewhere he wasn't meant to be.

He quickly made it to his room. Closing the door hearing Bobby walk to Sam's door checking the tiny devils traps he has around before walking to Dean's door doin the same. Happy with his inspections a hairy smile grew before turning around and going to his bedroom. As Dean laid in the middle of his bed staring up at the ceiling he replayed the sight of Sammy and Kate talking and laughing. How easy it looked for Sammy to have and do that. Maybe it was because he never had the chance to be young and naive. And maybe that was a cold envy that clung to him like wet jeans. But it's not something he could punish either of them for for. After all who was he to to put blame on something they can’t control. They're kids, something he couldn't understand but he knew how to help and nurture. Dean smiled silently at the memory of the two as he started the final braid. This time, finishing it quicker than the first one he did, still a few pieces sat astray and come parts coming out.

But nonetheless her hair was done and it was 10:03 on the dot. "Alright,” Dean said standing up,"Up we go come-on." Dean said wiping his hand on the towel he had beside him. Wiping off the extra grease and what conditioner he could find. He had read that moisture was key to keeping curly hair healthy. In a way it… fed it? Dean didn't understand it by any means. After all what does an 11 year old know about hair really. All Dean knew how to do was pour dry cereal into a bowl and check that the milk wasn't expired past 3 days before it got that weird smell. Although a secret he had learned was you could maybe get away with 5 days if you truly truly need to use it sparingly. The weird taste he would just chalk it up to milk being finely aged. Dean knew how to get by and what he needed to.

Dean kissed the top of Kate's head again squeezing her shoulder before making the trek up the stairs and Jackie following behind. Katherine turned around to the eldest man of the house with a gleam of determination in her eyes. "Let's do this?" The girl asks unsure looking to the old man raising a fist waiting to meet his,"Let's do this." Bobby said with enough enthusiasm to make the gleam in Katherine’s eye turn happy as her smile reached her eyes as she buzzed with excitement. And happy that Bobby wanted to along with it. She had an eager bounce in her step as they made their way to the kitchen. Bobby went to the fridge where the apple pie recipe sat under a mix of reds and yellow letters that spelled out 'Dean'. Other letters that weren't vital to the name are scattered around the fridge.

He pushed all the letters up as he slid the paper out placing it on the counter as he grabbed bowls and a spoon for mixing. Katherine made work of grabbing the apples out of the fridge. And with a huff the girl got them up on the table. Struggling at trying to hold the constant shifting weight. And she walked back over to the counter trying to find the small green bottle of lime juice they had gotten at the store. Spying it by the coffee maker she walked over standing on her tippy toes trying to grab it. Her right side pressed into the counter as she reached blindly for the bottle. Her fingers scrapping the bottle turning it a few times as she came up short. Finally she finally got it in her grasp. "Yes." She celebrated her small victory going back to the table putting it on the table next to Bobby.

"Alright Ratatouille, what's first?" The small girl put her hands on her hips letting out an exasperated breath. For the next nearly two hours it had been filled with careful measuring, question after question from Katherine, going from baking to why the sky was blue. Covering every surface of the kitchen in flour aside from the actual bowl the ingredients were being mixed into. It was to the point where Bobby was sure if he looked at the floor he could find footprint tracks covering the kitchen marking the constant back and forth trek. But the important part was that Bobby remembered to preheat the oven. Bobby felt as though he could send a million thanks as praise to Marcy for helping with tips as to how to properly do this. Marcy had offered Bobby that she wouldn't mind taking the girl for a couple hours and helping her if she wanted. But Bobby politely declined being A) Bobby had no intention of letting Katherine out of his sight or grasp. And B) In some weird instinct way wanted to be the one to teach her this. He wanted to learn to do this for her and with her.

Maybe it was the cute thought of Bobby just wanted her close, that this was the closest thing he would have to a kid. But the actual factual is that Bobby could not feel more emotionally protective of the girl than he would admit out loud or even to himself. Although if Bobby were to be honest he prior to asking Mary he looked it up himself. But between the different spices and apparently different kinds of flour he found himself feeling very overwhelmed. It was also very comedic when Katherine was putting the cinnamon in and she asked how much as she just put in, but she was cut off by the heap of cinnamon that had fallen onto the mixture due to a loose cap. Katherine looked to Bobby with wide eyes. He had spent at least 10 minutes calming the freaking out girl. She was convinced she had maybe ruined the one thing she had been planning for what felt like ever. But realistically it had only been about 2 days.

But all was well when Bobby recommend they could make it look ok, and that it's the thought that counts. Now when it came to Dean, maybe not so much. Simply because he is never one to not say his, one thing about Dean Winchester when it comes to an opinion someone will hear it. Sammy has sadly always been the victim, and not that he knows it now, but its about to get a hell of a lot worse. And half the time it genuinely might be something you don't wanna hear. Or that you would eye roll or facepalm, vice versa. So after vigorous search of pie toppings, Katherine decided to go with the striped pattern. Saying the lattice looked cool and reminded her of the brothers flannels. Now she said lettuce more times than he can count, half because she was having an internal debate as she cut the pie crust with a butter knife laying them out. Bobby came to assist layering them, a comfortable silence fell over that portion of the pie dressing. Now the last part she couldn't do anything but sit on her chair and watched as Bobby slid the pie into the warm oven, she clapped at the success of her and and her grandfather.

They made quick of cleaning up and Bobby whistled as Katherine put away the silverware Bobby handed her. He put away the plates and cups into the cupboard above. Grabbing a small cup filling it with water and handed it to the young girl, she accepted with two hands saying thank you taking tiny sips. "What do you say kid, we got some time to kill, wanna finish your puzzle?" Katherine moved her hazel stare from the water to Bobby as she blinked up at him,"Do we have time?" He shrugged,"Only one way to find out." Katherine turned around heading to Bobby's study and his hunting information and grabbed the box off of one of the shelves to the far right. She laid it back down as Bobby groaned as he sat on the floor with the girl as she reopened the box, dumping puzzle pieces everywhere.

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Katherine crept into the room as she walked to Dean's bed stepping to the top of it. She poked the arm that lay outside the blanket,"Dean?" She whispered quietly trying to wake him up. She got no response, she poked him a bit harder and shook his arm,"Dean?" She asked a but louder causing the young man to jump seeing Kate so close to him in the dark room. "Sweetheart?" Dean asked sitting up back against the headboard as he reached over turning on the light illuminating the room and Katherines face as she held a grin finally accomplishing seeing the older Winchester finally awake. She grabbed his hand trying to drag him out of bed,"Come on, got something I wanna show you." Katherine said as Dean didn't budge from her gentle tug of his arm. "What is it?" He said pulling her hand from his grasp. "It's a surprise?" "Yes, so what is it?" She sighed,"Well it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you now would it? Come on trust me." She held out her hand festering to him. He squinted at her causing her to roll her eyes at him. But he put his in hers as he followed her down stairs.

Finally clearing up from the fog of sleep, Dean noted how dark the house was. Not only from the sun soon to set but also the lights were all off. "Kate?" "Shhhh, close your eyes but follow my hand." She told him as they hit the first floor stepping off from the stairs going to the kitchen. They walked a few more short feet before telling Dean to stay. She walked away to the table holding the last hat,"Lean down a bit please?" Katherine asked, he obliged the girl as she pulled the thin elastic band down and the paper hat up. Placing it softly so it doesn't snap against him. "Okay o-" "Wait wait wait." Bobby said getting something as a flash went off and another followed. "Okay go ahead kid." She nodded at Bobby,"Okay, open em." Dean cracked his eyes open being met with candles in a … pie? '16' is what the numbers said as he looked up at Sammy, Uncle Bobby and Kate all smiled excitedly at the boy,"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Dean. Happy birthday to youuuuu! Make a wish!"

They all sang out, clapping as Dean sat blinking for a minute feeling a burn in the back of his throat, he pulled his lips into his mouth then formed a smile blowing out the candles. They all cheered and clapped and Katherine went to turn the lights back on. Coming back to the table,"Pie?" Dean asked looking at Bobby," Don't look at me. It was all her she orchestrated this shebang." Bobby said pulling out the candles putting them on a napkin, pulling out a knife cutting the Pie Dean couldn't wait to eat. But at the moment he wasn't focused on his hunger, hell or even the pie itself. She shrugged smiling shyly,"I know how much you love it so I figured why not make you what you love. Well on your birthday." She ended with a dry laugh,"Why?" Dean asked. "Cause I figured you’d like it, Although I don't eat apple pie you do." He gulped,"Well thank you." Sam took a dramatic sigh,"Le gasp did Dean Winchester just thank someone. And genuinely at that."

Bobby put finished putting out the pie for everyone before sitting down,"Careful could be a shape shifter." Bobby said as he started eating the pie. And for a minute he thought wow, when you actually follow the instructions it can taste good. Sam watched Dean sat still for a moment watching the inner realization dawn over his brother. This had been the first home cooked anything in months if it hadn't been what felt like years. Being on the road, never settling down. Motel after motel, diner after diner. But this, this felt different, it felt like comfort. It was genuine the intentions pure, something Dean didn't have to wait for the other shoe to drop. He picked up his fork and dug in bringing that same tug from earlier back as he ate the pie, which wasn't half bad for a first pie. But he knew if there could be one there could be more, it was a matter of asking. The four sat amongst each other just eating and talking till it got dark outside. Everything and nothing under the sun just enjoying that for a few minutes the house they were in was a home. Not just a place holding armour to protect them, they forgot about the devil's traps and hex bags. They forgot about the salt, they forgot about the iron. And the only silver used was in the forks they ate with.

It felt normal and content. Between throwing his head back in a billowing laugh to Sam bickering with his brother, and the lines by Bobby's eyes that seemed extra pronounced that night and Katherines never ending laughter. Bobby collected the plates seeing everyone was close to nodding off. He said he would take care of the dishes and to go on up. They all told the old man goodnight and made the march upstairs,"See you two losers tommorrow. Good night." Katherine said going into her room and sitting on her bed sighing shaking her head, she ran a hand over her face as she looked to her bedside table seeing the small bag and envelope. She grabbed it making her way out of her room to Dean's. She knocked waited a few moments before hearing a come in. She turned the handle opening the door pushing it open cracking it closed walking to the bed seeing Dean sitting on the edge of his bed,"What's up, you okay?" He asked.

Katherine waved him off,"I'm fine. I forgot to give you this." She handed him the small bag and card and hugged him again,"Happy birthday Dean. Thank you for everything." She released him as she left his room closing the door yawning and going back to her room. Dean stared at the small bad as he opened he pulled apart the drawstring and the contents fell out. He picked up the tiny metal keychain. He turned it over seeing it was Garfield and Odie. He scrunched his face confused but laughed,"Thanks Kate." Dean said leaning over and attaching the keychain to his keys. Tossing them back on the table, he reached over opening the birthday card.

And for whatever reason Dead didn't rip into that card like he would when he got a new credit card. He took out his knife and cut along the edge of the envelope . When fully opened he slid out, the cover was matte white and it read ' old but like still cool' with a cassette tape under the word old. Dean laughed as he opened the letter and began reading the scrawl in the page . Dear Dean, happy birthday. I can't tell you how happy it made me when Bobby told y'all we're coming down. There was no way we weren't celebrating your birthday. Regardless of what you like to think you being born is quite possibly on if the best things ever. You are not only on of the collest people I know, but also one of the people I know will protect me. Thank you for helping me stay safe and teaching me it's okay to know what it's like to be safe. Thank you for being my best friend. And thank you for being everything Henry couldn't. Happy birthday Dean.

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Dean nodded his head subconsciously as he watched a kid through the restaurant with a birthday hat in his head, he noted it had stars in it. And that brought a faint smile to his lips as he thought about the night he finally felt … right. He could see the candles and still smell the faint burning wax of the candles. Sam had come back getting in the passenger side. Closing the door hard enough to rock the car. "Here you go babe," Sam said handing her the green liquid,"Vanilla and honey?" She asked smiling at him,"Vanilla and honey." He confirmed,"Aww you really like me don't you." She said leaning closer to Sam, "No" he said smirking as he leaned forward kissing her before turning to his brother holding his brothers coffee,"Dean." Sam called,"Dean." Again no avail, getting impatient and his hand was burning slowly.

Still no response, Katherine reached for reward flicking his neck he hissed whipping his head around,"Fuck, what." Dean asked harshly,"Here." Sam put the coffee in Dean's hand,"Oh thank you.” Dean said taking a hefty sip sighing finally starting his day,"What were you starting at?" Sam asked his big brother, as he noticed his stare continuing once again. For a few moments longer Dean wanted to live in that night, he thought about the card that lived beneath all of the fake ids. It's home since that night, much like the keychain that swung slightly as the car vibrated with the running engine. A piercing shrill rang through his memory as he got drawn back to reality. Sam looked at Katherine confused as she shrugged," Don't look at me I don't know." Then Dean's phone went off," Dean, Dean are you with us?"

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End notes: Thank you for reading. So this is part of a much larger series I am starting. Again thank you a million for reading. Also any tips on creating a master list would be greatly appreciated.

#bobby singer #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural imagine #supernatural #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fluff #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester fluff #dean winchester x oc #sam winchester x oc #bobby singer x oc #john winchester x oc

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astradreaming · 5 months

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Whispers in the dark.

luke castellan x fem!reader

"do you believe in soulmates?"

masterlist

The night air nipped at your legs. Summer shorts giving no warmth to the cool breeze of the moon.

Camp Half Blood was eerily quiet at night, occasionally the patrolling harpies or the trees rustling in the wind would be loud enough to hear from where you sat.

Another harpy went past your spot looking for rule breakers, never bothering to look up it went on its way. Rustling behind you makes you turn.

"Travis told me you were out here" A hushed voice whispered as it joined you in the dark. Luke's figure shuffled next to you both your legs hanging off the front of the cabin roof.

"Didn't think he'd be a snitch" You lean back lying against the roof, looking up at the shining stars.

"To be fair, i woke up and my wonderful girlfriend was gone, i didn't give him much of a choice" Luke dryly chuckled as he shifted slightly to look at you. His expression which was often guarded was soft, eyes full of adoration.

Looking back to the sky. The field of stars litter the sky. Unable to remember the constellations no matter how much you try.

Perhaps a star belongs to each person on Earth or each person belongs to a star. The moon round and full of light, a comfort you think. The moon was in the sky before you, the moon will be in the sky after you...

"Why aren't you sleeping?" He nudged the side of your thigh with his knee when you didn't respond. Sighing you turn to face him.

"Why aren't you asleep?" You counter with a hum.

Luke shook his head, then locking eyes with you. His expression suddenly nervous and vulnerable.

"Nightmares. I don't know why, but I've been having them every night lately" He spoke so softy, you had to strain to hear him.

"Me too" You whisper hoping the breeze will steal your words away.

Shifting beside you looking up at the sky, Luke taps your shoulder silently telling you to move. Sitting up slightly while he wraps his arm behind you head, fingers grazing your arm in a soothing pattern as you rest your head on his arm.

He rests his head on your shoulder. Closing his eyes you feel mesmerized by him.

His hair scruffy from his pillow and in the moonlight his blonde hair seemed to turn a silver color. His face finally at ease, so tired and sad looking during the day right now he seemed so at calm. A peaceful bliss over him. Even his scar, daunting him during the light hours seems to dull.

"Do you believe in soulmates?" You blurt without a second thought.

His eyes open, diamond blue eyes looking in yours.

"Soulmates?" He seemed to ponder the idea.

"Yeah like that one person meant for you"

"I'm not sure. I'd like to believe we make our own soulmates, over time and with love. Rather than a name we're given that means nothing to us only being together by fate." His voice sounded certain as though he'd thought this a million times before.

His eyes told another story, full of hesitancy and caution.

"What do you think hm?" The side of his mouth quirked up in a hidden smile.

'I don't think I believe in them, which hurts to say because I really want to. But I like that, choosing your soulmate being able to build that with someone." You trail off, eyes darting to the stars once again.

"Luke?"

He hummed in response, your eyes locked on the beautiful boy beside you.

"Will you be my soulmate?"

"As long as you are my soulmate too" His scar crinkles with the smile claiming his face.

His smile was contagious as you both lean in, faces inches away from each other. His lips capture yours in a delicate kiss.

"I love you" He whispers against your lips. "I-"

You press your lips to his in a rushed and heated kiss.

"Kiss me till the moon disappears" You say breathlessly as you pull him closer.

"Yes ma'am"

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crackedoutwalnut · 3 years

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uhh could I request a wanda x reader doing something really reckless (like stealing the car for a 3 am drive) and Carol and Nat (who are like their mother figures - and also are in a relationship) scolding them for it!!

ps: I don't know if scolding is even a word but I guess you know what I mean hahahah

a/n: I am absolutely in love with this prompt and I had a lot of fun writing it :) hope you enjoy!

Warnings: none just some cursing and some underage drinking.

Word Count: 2,680

It was around 3:30 in the morning when you felt someone nudge your shoulder. Groaning, you pulled your blanket further over your head.

"Leave me alone," you grumbled under your breath.

It was only when a strand of red magic surrounded the edge of the blanket and jerked it off your body, did you awaken. You gasped at the sudden assault of cold air and shot up. Wanda stood over you in a Black Sabbath hoodie and ripped jeans with a far too pleased smirk on her face.

"What the hell, Wanda?" You hissed, rubbing your bleary eyes.

"Put some clothes on; I want to show you something."

"The sun isn't rising for another 2 hours, Wan. I want to go back to bed," you complained, grasping for the blanket once more.

Wanda pulled the blanket fully off your shared bed and looked at you pleadingly, "Come on, please? I promise it will be worth it," her eyes were wide as she looked at you hopefully. At this time of night- or morning, you supposed - her accent was thicker than it would be during the day. You cursed your weak resolve and slunk out of bed.

"Fine, but I'm stealing one of your hoodies," you grumbled.

She chuckled, "You are already hoarding at least half of them," she pointed out as you stepped out of your pajama pants. You rolled your eyes playfully and pulled on black yoga pants and an Iron Maiden sweatshirt you had been keeping on your side of the closet for at least a month now. Wanda gasped and slapped your arm lightly, "I have been looking for that everywhere, Y/n. I thought I lost it!"

"Your hoodies are comfier," you reasoned with a shrug. "Anyways, how are we supposed to get past mother hen one and two?" You gestured towards the direction of Natasha and Carol's room.

Wanda pondered this for a moment, "Just be fast and quiet, you go out and wait in the car, and I will grab the drinks."

You raised an eyebrow, "Natasha's a world-class assassin, and Carol wakes up whenever Nat does; this won't work. Also, we're going to drink at 3 in the morning?"

Wanda huffed, "It will be fine. You worry too much, Y/n. Plus, when have we ever drank irresponsibly?"

Narrowing your eyes, you stuffed your hands in your pockets, "Do you really want me to answer that."

Wanda pushed you towards the door, "Go outside and wait in the car." You snickered and carefully opened the bedroom door, wincing when the hinges squealed slightly. It wasn't a matter of not being caught as much as it was a matter of being long gone before Natasha and Carol decided to go after them. Regardless of how sneaky they thought they were being, Natasha- if not both her and Carol - was bound to hear them. Ever so carefully, you wedged the front door open and slipped through it.

You had moved in with Carol, Nat, and Wanda a year into your relationship with her. Having graduated college with a nearly nonexistent relationship with your parents, you needed a place to live. Your girlfriend and the women who practically made sure you didn't starve throughout college seemed like the most reasonable choice. You had met Wanda on campus, and it had taken three weeks of being her friend until you realized she was an Avenger. Shortly after that, Wanda introduced you to the rest of her team. At first, your only interaction with the married couple was them giving you the "shovel talk" when Wanda first introduced you as her girlfriend. However, after working with them as a hacker for SHIELD, they quickly took you under their wing as well.

Smiling slightly at the memory, you opened the passenger door to Natasha's black Corvette Stingray. It took all of three minutes for Wanda to come running out the door, a bottle of apple cinnamon whiskey in hand. She threw the door open and shoved the bottle into your hand before pushing the key into the ignition and gunning it down the street. Your eyes bugged as your fumbled to get your seatbelt fastened. You clutched at your chest as the two of you went 45 in a neighborhood.

"Wanda, what the fuck!" you yelped, gripping the neck of the whiskey bottle tightly.

"I'm sorry, I heard their door open, and I panicked!" She cried, grasping blindly for her seatbelt. The two of you slowed down slightly as you gained distance from the house.

"They're totally going to notice the whiskey's gone, Wan. We're both 19; we can't legally drink yet!"

"Relax, Y/n they won't notice one drink is missing out of a whole cabinet filled with alcohol," Wanda reasoned, turning onto a gravel road.

You raised an eyebrow at your girlfriend, "How many times do I have to point out that Nat is the world's top assassin and Carol was trained by both the US military and the Kree?"

"I promise it will be worth it," Wanda insisted, grabbing your hand from across the middle console. You sighed and leaned down to kiss the top of her hand.

"You're lucky I love you."

Wanda grinned and shot a wink at you, "I know." With that, she pulled off the dirt road and into the middle of a grassy clearing. You unbuckled your seatbelt and reached down to grab the whiskey, which had rolled under the seat during your escape out of the neighborhood. Wanda stepped out of the car and went around the back to grab a large black and red checkered blanket. You followed her as she smoothed out the blanket atop the grass and pointed up at the sky. A small gasp escaped your lips as you saw streaks of light blaze across the sky.

"I didn't know there was going to be a meteor shower tonight," you whispered, eyes never leaving the sky. Wanda grinned and unscrewed the bottle. She took a hearty drink from it and passed it over to you.

"I was hoping to surprise you," she explained, laying down on the blanket.

You followed suit and took a large drink of your own. "Why did we need alcohol for this, exactly?"

The corner of Wanda's lips quirked upward as she turned her head to look at you. "Make it a bit more...colorful, I suppose. I considered whether edibles would be better, but Nat and Carol would definitely skin us alive when they found out about that."

You giggled; the apple cinnamon whiskey had settled in your stomach, warming your body against the early morning breeze. Your head felt fuzzier as you leaned over to place a kiss on Wanda's cheek. "This is perfect, Wan. Thank you." Wanda placed a cinnamon-flavored kiss on the corner of your mouth. "How much do you want to bet Wanda and Carol are waiting by the door for us right now?"

Your girlfriend let out a drunken laugh and set the now half-empty bottle aside. "10 dollars that they left the house to find us."

"You're on." The two of you dissolved into hysterical giggles that lasted so long your stomach started to cramp. The blazes of white-hot light lit up the sky as your vision turned blissfully hazy. Clumsily, you crawled towards Wanda and placed your head atop her stomach. "Mmm, you're warm," you hummed, a goofy smile cracking through your lips. The witch placed her hands against the side of your head and started stroking them through the locks of your hair.

Just as your eyes started to slip shut at the attention, your felt her hands halt. "Y/n?" You let out a quiet 'mhm' in response. "How're we gonna get home?" Her voice was slurred and thick with her Sokovian accent.

Your eyes snapped open, and you shot up. "Shit, we can walk, maybe?" Wanda gave you a blank look in response as she gestured to the expanse of nothingness around you. You sighed, "We have to call Carol and Nat."

Wanda groaned and covered her face with her hands. Her chipped black nails scrubbed at her eyes and cheeks, leaving red lines all over her face. "Do we have to?"

"Well, we can't drive Wanda, and by the time we're sober enough, it'll be nearly 7:30!"

"They're going to kill us," she complained, burying her face in her hoodie. "Just get it over with."

You fished your phone from your pant pocket and hesitantly pressed Natasha's contact. The phone barely got through with its first ring before the older woman picked up.

"Where the hell did you two go?" her raspy voice was nearly brimming with anger. You almost dropped your phone at the venom lacing her words.

" 'M sorry, 'Tasha," you winced at the heavy slur in your words before continuing. "We thought it'd be fun."

You heard someone grab the phone, "Are you two drunk?" Carol demanded.

"No..." you trailed off pathetically. Wanda glared at you and lightly kicked your foot.

"Y/n try to say Natasha's full name, right now," you straightened slightly at Carol's military voice.

"N'tasha 'Manoff," your tongue felt too big for your mouth as you attempted to form the words. "...Okay, maybe a little bit."

"Where are you? We're coming to get you," Nat insisted. You heard footsteps from the other end of the line and someone pulling the hallway closet open.

"Wan, where are we?" you asked, glancing around the fields of overgrown grass and wheat.

Wanda winced and bit the tip of her finger, "Uhhh.."

"You don't know?" Natasha and Carol shouted. Wanda pursed her lips and looked down at her lap.

"I didn't have a specific route planned out beforehand," she admitted.

"Turn the location tracker in your phone settings on," Natasha ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," you both grumbled in unison, feeling akin to a scolded child.

"When we get there, you two better hope you have a better excuse than the ones we heard over the phone," Carol warned.

"You took my Corvette?" Natasha complained.

"It was either that or Carol's truck, and Wanda isn't used to driving stick yet," you insisted. "Her car's still in the shop from last month." A speeding car had rear-ended Wanda's car on the highway.

We will talk about this when we get there, do not touch the Corvette any more than you already have," with that, Natasha hung up.

"Well, apple cinnamon whiskey isn't a terrible last meal," you reasoned as Wanda folded the blanket and set it in the backseat.

"Y/n, we haven't eaten since dinner time. Whiskey is hardly a meal," Wanda grumbled, shutting the door.

"Babe, I'm trying to be optimistic."

"Captain Marvel and Black Widow are on their way to kick our asses into the moon," Wanda replied, leaning back against the Corvette. You sighed and rested your head against her shoulder. "Sorry this night was a bust," she mumbled, eyes staring down at her boots dejectedly.

You smiled and leaned in to press your lips against hers. Wrapping an arm around her waist, you pulled away and rested your forehead against hers. "This is one of the most romantic things anyone has ever done for me, Wanda. Thank you." Wanda grinned sheepishly and buried her face in your shoulder.

A few dreadful minutes later, you saw the headlights of Carol's truck speed down the gravel road. The truck lurched to a stop as the two superheroes jumped out of the car.

"Are you two alright?" Natasha demanded, half-running to the two of you.

"We're fine, I can protect myself, and Y/n was with me the whole time," Wanda reasoned. "We went out to watch a meteor shower, not go clubbing.

"I can protect myself just fine," you whined.

Carol raised an eyebrow, "Your hands were built for hacking and reading, not punching." You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. Wanda offered you a sympathetic smile but did not say anything to counter the older woman's claim. Rude.

"Wanda, get in the Corvette, Y/n get your ass in the truck," Natasha ordered. She was wearing a black leather jacket over her red silk pajama set. Carol was in basketball shorts and a tank top with a brown leather bomber jacket pulled over it. You quickly shuffled over to the truck and slid in.

Your foot nervously tapped against the floor of the car as you watched Carol grab the nearly empty bottle of whiskey and made her way over to the truck. Shutting the door, she set the bottle of whiskey on the open seat between you two and turned the keys in the ignition. As the pickup truck rumbled to life, she turned to face you. "Kid, you two nearly downed that bottle in a single night. What were you thinking?" You burrowed further into Wanda's sweatshirt as if to protect from her stern gaze.

"You're really mad at us, huh?" you mumbled, fidgeting with your hands.

Carol sighed and followed behind Natasha down the road, "You scared the shit out of us, kid. We didn't know where you had gone, why you left, plus it's nearly pitch black out here."

"But, we're adults just like you and Nat," you insisted weakly.

"You're still teenagers; we're in our 30's. Millions of things could have gone wrong; some creep could have taken you before Wanda could get to you, you could have crashed had you chosen to drive home, your phones could have died, or you could have gotten lost."

You shrunk further into your sweater, "Sorry..."

Carol sighed and looked over at you as she turned into the neighborhood. "Listen, kid. We really care about you two a lot. Nat and I have to resist the urge to duct tape you to the kitchen chairs to keep you two from leaving for missions. We know you can take care of yourselves, but a heads up in the future would be nice, and also more reasonable hours for your plans."

You grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, that seems fair."

Carol smiled and pulled into the driveway. Natasha and Wanda were waiting on the doorstep when you two got out. The latter looked thoroughly chastised as she burrowed her mouth and nose into her hoodie. When the four of you got inside, Natasha sighed and checked the clock on her phone.

"Well, we might as well watch a movie or something since it's nearly sunrise." You and Wanda settled on the couch, with Natasha to your left and Carol to Wanda's right acting as bookends. The assassin wrapped an arm around your shoulder, allowing you to rest your head in the crook of her neck. You saw Wanda lay her head in Carol's lap as the older woman pulled up Netflix. Natasha was idly threading her fingers through your hair, causing your already drunk and lethargic mind to grow hazier. Your eyes started to slip shut as you felt yourself being guided to lay your head in Nat's lap. You jerked slightly, attempting to fight the drowsiness from taking hold. Forcing your eyes open, you tried to sit up. However, the battle for consciousness was quickly lost when Nat started using her nails to gently massage your scalp.

"Carol," the assassin whispered to her wife. The blonde stopped her search for a good movie as she glanced over at Natasha.

"What is-" her question was quickly cut off by her wife quietly shushing her. Nat gestured down to the younger women currently lying in each of their laps. Carol glanced down to find Wanda's face hidden against the sleeve of her hoodie as she let out soft snores.

"Well, guess the movie idea's a bust," she whispered.

Natasha nodded, "You grab Wan, and I'll get Y/n."

Carefully, the heroes scooped the younger women into their arms and carried them to your shared bedroom. Natasha gently set you onto the bed beside your girlfriend and pulled the blanket- which was lying on the floor for whatever reason - to cover the two of you. Ever so cautiously, the couple crept out of the room.

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ALICIA CLARK X FEM DIXON READER

After Ricks disappearance (twd) and Fixing the plane era(ftwd)

F/I- first initial

Warnings- language, implied smut

a/n- i wrote this a long time ago, its been posted on on wattpad for a while so i decided to post it on here… Enjoy!

Rick was gone, things were falling apart. Your dad, Daryl left the communities to join search parties all the way until he was the last one searching. Michonne and you wanted to keep looking but her pregnancy was to far along, and you basically took care of her and Judith. The atmosphere feels familiar just like when Carl died, you and him were best friends, you supported him in every one of this decisions even helped him get with Enid.

But this felt worse.

The person who has made sure everybody survives is dead. The man who was a mentor to you, the man who saved your father in countless occasions is dead. Morgan left almost 2 years ago and nobody heard from him. You knew Rick and him were close, he helped Rick when he came out of hospital. He deserves to know what happened and you will make sure of it.

"I want to go out and see the world for myself and I want to find Morgan." You said at dinner to Michonne and surprisingly who joined your dad.

"Excuse me what, you want to leave a whole state and travel to Texas just to see the world and find Morgan and for what?" Asked Michonne raising an eyebrow. Your dad sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"I agree kid. Why?" He asked looking at you.

"Ok first I'm pretty sure I'm 18, I'm supposed to be enrolling for college planning out my life, seeing what else is out there. I can take of myself of the time I have been surging in this world I can make it I'm sure if it. And second all of us know how much Rick meant to Morgan, I can go to Texas and tell him what happened maybe he will even come back even if it's for a little bit." You said enthusiastically. The adults shook their heads taking in the information.

"I'll think about it." Said your dad and Michonne nodded going back to eating.

"There's gotta be another reason you wanna leave." Said Daryl as you walked to your home.

"I already said why Dad." You said looking ahead

"No, you didn't I know ma own kid." He said stopping and he grabbed your arm so you would stop as well making you roll your eyes.

"I hate the atmosphere that is going on, it's like when Carl died but worse and I hate it. I just need to go, I need fresh air Dad, i need to see whats out there maybe even help people." You said throwing your arms in the air looking up at the sky. Daryl smiled, you would always talk about helping people when you were just 4 years old. But now that the apocalypse happened he never thought he'd actually have to let you be on your own anytime soon, maybe it was time.

"Alrigh I'll talk to Michonne tomorrow, I'll get ya that trip." He said and you smiled before pulling him into a big hug.

"Thank you father." You said and he chuckled.

"Ok y/n, ya have a high range walkie(i know those don't exist for very long distances)for when you get farther and farther away from ere and you have food to last a month or so and water for a week or two. And gas in the car to last Ya couple miles at least to get out of Virginia. A map, a gun with 2 rounds, and please try to put notes or something out there to tell me your alive, please I don't want to go out lookin for ya. Cant loose you kid." Said your dad who it was clear was very nervous on letting you leave.

"I'll be fine dad, I have been taught from the best of the best." You said and then you saw his eyes water.

"No, no dad don't cry because then I will. We have to be strong i promise I'll be fine. We agreed on 2 months if I'm gone more than that or if you don't hear from me when those months come to an end you come looking for me." You said holding back the tears.

"I know kid, I know it's just ya growin to fast." He said looking at you.

"Fuck it come ere kid." He said and pulled you in for a tight hug. You hugged him back hard, soaking up his affection, which definitely doesn't come everyday. You pulled away and looked up at him.

"I'll be fine dad ok, I'll be back." You said and backed up, everybody stood around and you waved before looking at Michonne and pointed at her belly.

"I better be godmother when I come back." You said smiling

"Yes ma'am." She said with a smile on her face. You got in the car and turned it on, you had some doubts on leaving but knew this has to happen. Your dad came to the window and leaned on it and you took in a breathe.

"Please don't loose yourself, if you have to stop stop. Don't leave the people who care about you." You told your dad and he sighed knowing exactly what you meant by that. He was looking for Rick so much it was taking him away from you. Daryl stepped back and you smiled at everybody and waved.

"I'll be back in 2 months I promise." You announced and they all smiled, you put the car in drive and drove off watching the gates close behind you.

"Y/n can you hear me." Your dad said over the walkie and you grabbed it.

"Yeah dad I can hear you."

You got to Tennessee right before the car stopped. You sighed and looked around to see if there was anything a car or a store. You grabbed the walkie and took in a breathe, please work, you thought.

"Dad can you hear me?" You asked and heard static then his voice.

"Ya I can, ya alright?" He asked

"Ya I'm fine, I'm in Tennessee but I think that soon probably a couple more miles you won't be able to hear me so im starting with the notes." You said and held back tears.

"Alright I love ya." You heard him sniffile before the walkie went out.

"I love you to dad." You said and out the walkie away and grabbed the pack. You opened the pack and grabbed the note book and pen. You wrote, STILL ALIVE- F/I, and looked for a place to put it. After an hour you found a gas station and put the note on the counter under a rock.

"Dad not sure if you can hear me but, if you do come for me I'm leaving notes in stores." You put the walkie back and grabbed your knife and stabbed a walker that came for you.

Almost 13 days (that's what google said). 13 days and nights of running and hiding from herds. Avoiding people, some you had to kill. Your feet hurt even after taking a days break in Arkansas but you finally have reached Texas. Not knowing where Morgan is you decided to use the walkie every few miles in. You looked at the map and Texas was huge, it could take a few weeks to find him, if he is even alive. But you needed a break so you needed to find somewhere safe. You found a house that looked safe enough so you cleared it, only 3 walkers where in it.

You set up a fire and out a can of beans over the fire. You grabbed the map and decided where you should head to next.

(A/n- I read that season 5 of fear is filmed in New Braunfels, Texas and its near Austin soon)

Austin, Texas, in school in Alexandria the teacher said Austin is pretty popular. Morgan could be there so that's where you would start. You took a 2 days rest and even found a lake to bathe in, after getting supplies you made your way to Austin. You left a note at the WELCOME TO TEXAS sign and left another at store the another. There was a hotel a little father form the house and out another there.

After a day or so you were closer to Austin and decided it's time to try with the Walkie.

"Morgan, it's Y/n I'm in Texas, I don't know if your alive but I'm here." You said and put the walkie away after no answer. You walked for what seemed hours when you saw the Austin sight and grabbed the walkie.

"Morgan I'm in Austin." You said into the walkie and decided to start trying different channels as you repeated the question though each. You tried the last channel and was about to put it away when you heard voices and your heart sped up.

"Morgan?" You asked and kept moving the circle to hear it more clearly.

"John, June you there." Someone said, it was a deep voice and noticed it was Morgan's voice.

"Morgan, Morgan, it Y/n Dixon from Alexandria, please hear me." You said pleading to yourself.

"Y/n wha-." He started. "What are you doing out here so far, where are you?" He asked.

"Umm I'm by the Welcome to Austin sign. Where are you maybe I can find you." You said and out down to the ground pulling the map out."

"I have two people close to you y/n, don't be alarmed their names are John and June." He said and you sighed.

"Ok." You said wearily.

"John, June did you hear that." Asked Morgan and a female bodice came through.

"We hear you Morgan, on our way Y/n." A man said.

"Hang tight y/n." Said Morgan and you sat back. You grabbed a paper and pen and wrote. FOUND MORGAN. You sat there for a while when a car approached and stopped next to you, you raised you knife reading to attack of nesassary. The window went down and the man and woman out there hands up.

"Hold on hold on young lady I'm John and this is June, we come to get you." John said and you hesitated.

"We won't hurt you i promise." June said. You nodded and grabbed your stuff and opened the car. You sat down and watched John and June's every move.

"So where did you come from?" Asked John and you sighed.

"Long story." You breathed out a laugh and they smiled.

"Guess we will know about it after you meet Al." Said June and you cocked your head to the side.

"Who's Al?" You asked wearily.

"She was journalist before and she interviews everybody on their stories." Said John and you nodded.

"Morgan, who is y/n?" Asked Alicia as she and Luciana approached him.

"She's comes from Virginia and Alexandria like me, she's around your age Alicia." Said Morgan smiling and Alicia rolled her eyes.

The car came to a stop out some gates and they opened. The car pulled in and people crowded around. John and June got out and your door opened revealing Morgan. You got out of the car and hugged him before pulling away to look over all the people. It was a whole bunch of little kids then a whole bunch of adults.

You looked around and your eyes fell on a very pretty girl with brown hair and hazel eyes. Her eyes where on you but they seemed defensive like yours at the moment. You felt uncomfortable and Morgan said to clear a path so you could sit down.

"I have been walking for almost 20 days, Car broke down when I reached Tennessee." You said to Al and she smiled. Everybody else was sitting around eating dinner as they heard your story how you arrived here.

"You have any family, back in Virginia?" She asked and you nodded.

"I have my dad, and more people who became my family, we have lost some but they will never be replaced." You said.

"Lover?" She asked and you shook your head no.

"Nope pretty much a virgin." You said and they all laughed.

Alicia started at you slowly relaxing that you were not a threat, all of them did.

"Why did you come here?" Asked Al and you sighed.

"I was 12 when the world started, I'm like 18 now. I'm supposed to be enrolling into college now, planning out my life going to go see what's out there. The apocalypse may have happened but I still want that chance. And Morgan I need to tell you something, privately." You said and he looked at you concerned. He gave Al a look and she shut the camera off then got the film. He stood up and you followed, he stopped just a few feet from everybody and waited for you to speak.

"Ricks gone." You said. "Gone not dead, just gone it's like he disappeared." You said looking down, thinking about that day.

"Wha- what how, what happened." He asked.

"Bridge explosion, he saved everybody." You said and Morgan nodded then you heard someone clear their throat.

"I'm sorry Morgan." Said June, you looked at him confused.

"I told them about Virginia, they how me and Rick go back." He said and you nodded.

"They haven't the body?" He asked and you shook your head.

"No, my dad, he has been looking out there by the bridge everyday, Michonne is pregnant with Ricks kid and she's about to give birth so she can't look anymore. And I was practically taking care of Judith so I couldn't either. And others have their own thing." You said and Morgan nodded again before walking off. You sighed and and smiled at the group.

"Anything else you guys want to know about me?" You asked and Al came forward.

"I want to know about the king and the tiger." Said Al and you nodded walking back to the fire.

You told everybody what you needed to know. Your guard was down long ago, you kept sneaking glances at the girl who's name is Alicia and she looked back at you as well. You got ready for bed when you were approached by Alicia.

"We never had a formal introduction, I'm Alicia Clark." She said holding her hand out and you shook it.

"Y/n Dixon."

You talked the night until you fell asleep from exhaustion. You learned about her family, all the things she has been through and you shared hers. She told you about her boyfriends and you felt a pang of jealousy, 'Gosh y/n you don't even know this girl,' you told your self. You fell asleep after an hour and Alicia put a blanket over you and whispered goodnight and left. You woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and got up. You looked in the mirror and braided your hair into two. You went outside and the people started building some type of plane. You approached Alicia as she was talking through a microphone looking at parts. She saw you approach and she smiled, you then looked up and saw a plane.

"Hey what's with the plane, didn't see that last night?" You asked Lucianna as you approached her, she smiled and sighed.

"A few weeks ago we were on a plane and we crashed landed a few miles from here, we actually came from here at first so we came back. Those kids they left biters out there tied up to keep us away, because it's not safe. We gained their trust and we are building this plane so we can get out of this place." She said sun you nodded you looked over the people and your eyes fell on him.

"Dwight?" You said sternly and he looked at you eyes widening.

"Mini Dixon, what are you doing out here?" He asked and you glared at him grabbing your knife when you felt a hang go to it, you saw Morgan shaking his head to stand down.

"What are you doing here, I thought you were dead?" You asked him.

"I'm lookin for Sherry, my wife, not trying to cause any trouble." He said and raised his good arm as a surrender. You nodded and stood down every body who watched went back to what they were doing. Alicia came in-front of you with a concerned look.

"So what's your story with him?" She asked

"He served the man who killed two people of my family and kept my father in a cage keeping him like an animal." You said looking at her with hard eyes.

You lended you knowledge on fixing things with the plane. It's clear they were grateful on your help, you fixed the engine to the best of your ability.

"Y/n want to come with me to a ware house, we need more parts." Said Alicia and you nodded. You made your way down and smiled at her.

Small Alicia POV

Gosh she is so beautiful. I met her yesterday and I feel like I have known her since forever. Call me crazy but I'm starting to get feelings for her already.

Regular POV

The butterflies in your stomach were almost painful when you were near Alicia. She was gorgeous, you felt like you could tell her everything and you almost have from Atlanta to now. You grabbed your backpack, emptying it out of anything that was worth leaving just encase. You took your knives and gun and left to find Alicia. She was waiting outside a car and got in when she saw you. You sat in the drivers seat and looked to see if anybody else was going, luckily no one was there.

"Anybody else going?" You asked and she shook her head.

"Do you have a problem with it, because I can get someone to come with us may-." She started but you shook your head no.

"I have no problem at all." You said and winked making her cheeks flush red. She drove to the warehouse and she told you the parts to look out for as well as food. You took out two walkers with your knives and looked back to see Alicia looking at you with awe.

"Never taken out biters with knives really." She said chuckling. You looked down and saw a metal pole that was sharpened at the edges.

"Well I mean that pole is badass, where did you get it, might need to get myself one." You asked.

"A water park." She said smiling and you nodded.

"Alright tell you what I teach you how to fight with knifes and we stay a little longer to find a pole similar to yours. Deal?" you asked holding your hand out. She thought for a second and took your hand and shook it.

"Ok come here stand in-front of me." You said as two walkers approached you both. She stood infront of you and you handed her your knives, you stood close to her.

"Now, you going to want to dodge them, go in between them. Remember you have to use strength to kill them just cant push it in. I'll be here just encase." You said. The walkers go closer and Alicia tightened her grip on the knives.

"Go you said." And she ducked as they swung at her, you backed up out of reach then one by one they were both put out.

"That was great, remember you gotta faster and if you have someone behind you, let's say as kid you have to push them back, maybe use you leg or arm. Even an adult if they don't notice you have to act quick." You said and she nodded cleaning the knives.

"Thanks I'll definitely use that, after I find knives." She said.

"If you can get a hunting knife there much stronger and lighter." You said and she nodded. You found a majority of the parts needed and headed back to the car.

"I found this." She said and handed you a metal pole with holes in it. You grabbed it and smiled at you, you got one of your knives and it's holster and handed it to her.

"Thank you Alicia, as a true thanks here's one of my knives, work with one just for now you will go better I just know of it." You said and she smiled brightly.

"Thank you, now let's get back and we can sharpen the edge." She said and started the car.

You kissed her cheek and pulled back getting a red face. You looked at her though the corner of your eye and saw her face was red.

When you arrived back to the truck stop, she helped sharpen the metal pole. You and her had a flirty thing going on for the rest of the month until you started feeling sexual tension start to arise. The stares would last long as well as lingering touches, she thought you how to use the pole and you taught her knives. Everybody shared their knowledge with you and you did with them.

The plane was just about finished when you realized if they finish the plane you may loose them, loose her.

"So, where do you guys plan on going after getting the rest of your group?" You asked Alicia as she ate dinner, sitting on the ground.

"Not sure, definitely leave this area." She said and you nodded seeing how bad the area is, you sat down next to her and she offered some of her dinner but you waved it off.

"Maybe fly to Virginia." She said lowly and you looked at her like she was crazy.

"I'm just playing can't risk another crash, especially where the girl I likes home is." She said and looked at you. Your face went red and the butterflies in your stomach, she grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer to hers.

"Y/n Dixon I like you a lot, it's ok if you don't but-." She said but you silenced her with a kiss. She pulled you in harder making you moan, she set her dinner down and you pushed her on the ground, straddling her. You looked up and saw there were people still around so you pulled away.

"Want to take me to your tent?" You asked and she nodded, you got off her and held your hand out which she gladly took. She led you to her tent opening it and pulled you inside. You slid your shirt off and she did the same.

She looked at yours left arm and stomach and noticed a beautiful tattoos.

(This but all around the forearm)

(Something like that)

"Didn't know you had tattoos." She said and scratched her head.

"Oh yeah... do they bother you?" You asked.

"No no they are actually really hot." She said making you blush. You walked over to her and pushed her onto the makeshift bed.

"Wait crap I've never had sex with-." She started and you kissed her.

"It's ok, I'll teach you." You said and she looked at you confused.

"After Carl died, his girlfriend, Enid, and me got close and we ended up in bed together. It was just one night didn't mean anything." You said and stroked her hair.

"Didn't say that in the interview." She said and leaned back letting you crawl on top of her.

"Some things are just not to be meant to be said." You said and winked at her. You went down and captured her lips, she raised her hands and caressed your sides. You laid down on her putting your weight on her body making her moan.

"Just relax let me do the work." You said and trailed down her stomach.

a/n- once ftwd season 6 comes to hulu I’ll be able to continue my part 2

#alicia clark x reader #Alicia clark x dixon reader #x female reader #fear the walking dead #Daryl dixon x daughter reader #the walking dead #alycia debnam carey #alicia clark

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oneofthosesimps · 3 years

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Martyr

pairing: levi x reader I nsfw

word count: 5729

summary: after a long day and lots of tension, levi takes care of you and fucks you into your dilirium

warnings: choking (i mean like you get no air at all), rough sex, dirtytalk, swearing, sub x dom

authors note: ok, i'm absolutely not satisfied with the fanfic, but i've been sitting on it for way too long and i have to get it out now, because i can't work on anything else. the next one will be better, i promise.

all credits to the artist of this pic

i hope that's right

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"They're miserable" Oluo says to you and wrinkles his nose. You look at Marco Bott in front of you, hanging in the ropes of the ODM gear and trying with all his might to keep his balance.

A gust of air swirls individual leaves around you, causing a few strands of your hair to fall into your face. The ropes of the ODM gear blow back and forth slightly and this small movement completely throws Bott off balance. You can see the effort and sweat beading on his face, he clenches his teeth tightly before panic overcomes him. His body can't find balance and he starts to row his arms, but it's too late. He topples over backwards and with a dull thud his head hits the stone floor. "Pathetic," you mutter, grabbing your forehead with your hand. Actually, such an impact shouldn't even happen, but judging by the appearance, since Bott slipped out of the leather straps, he hadn't fastened them properly. "The students are a disaster," Oluo says in your direction, and you nod slightly at him.

"Okay, Bott, out of the harnesses! Arlert, you're up next!" he shouts to the other group members, then runs to Marco to help him out of his predicament.

Your eyes roam over the other groups and their contraptions. Oluo was right with his statement. It's been a long time since you've seen such a pile of work. There are individual exceptions like Mikasa Ackerman or Annie Leonhardt, but as mentioned before, these are only exceptions. The rest are doing just as poorly as Bott. A long sigh escapes you.

"They are a bunch of shit.” Your hackles stand up and a cold shiver runs down your spine. The goosebumps start at your shoulders and then spread down your arms. Your heart seems to skip a beat.

"Yes, they are, Captain." Oluo stands next to you again and your captain joins in as well. Out of the corner of your eye, you look to your left at Levi, who looks straight ahead with his arms folded in front of his chest.

"Oi, Arlert, you're a disgrace to our troop. Get a grip."

"Yes, sir," Armin shouts back, but you can see the uncertainty Levi's words bring and his whole-body tenses. He also loses his balance, his body swings backwards and he hangs upside down in the ropes, like Marco Bott before - at least he doesn't hit his head.

"What did I tell you!!! Tighten the center!" roars Oluo, stomping his feet as he makes his way to Arlert.

A breeze comes up again, stronger this time, and the cadets have great difficulty keeping their balance. In fact, everyone sails back, except, to your surprise, Connie Springer, who is cheered on by the rest of his group. You pull your jacket tighter around you, hoping it would catch some of the spring wind, but you shiver anyway.

"Your jaw is tight," Levi's deep voice says beside you, and you turn your gaze to him in surprise. His grey eyes look down at you from above and you swallow hard. He's such a handsome man. His shoulders show well through his uniform and his shirt tightens a bit at his chest due to his muscles. His eyes sparkle slightly from the sun shining on his face. The wind has spread some hair on his forehead and your fingertips start to tickle. How you would like to brush them away. You clench your hands into fists to stop yourself.

"Didn't even realize it," you reply, turning your gaze back to Oluo and Arlert to stay calm. Your heart drums a little in your chest. Your comrade is trying his best to help him and give him instructions and assistance.

"To be honest, your whole body is tense". You feel Levi's calm gaze still resting on you and you put your head back and stare at the sky. A few clouds drift across the sky, white and fluffy.

"It's been a busy day, too." Your eyes shift back to him and you both look into each other's eyes. His grey eyes seem almost a bright silver. He studies you more closely and the corners of his mouth lift up ever so slightly. "Understandable, with this bunch of idiots." You roll your eyes and have to grin slightly before sighing again. It was admittedly leaching to complete the first training sessions with new cadets. They are all so full of anticipation before harsh reality catches up with them and about a third of all are sent back home - if they still have a home after Wall Maria was breached and Shiganshina District had to be left.

Of course, it was little different for you back then, but you performed solidly right from the start and made it to the top 3 of all graduates after hard training. That was also the reason why Levi included you in his squad.

Nonetheless, you just got annoyed and wanted a break from all the frustration and instruction you had to give. Being a teacher is not the reason you joined the Survey Corps.

Levi is just opening his mouth to say something when Petra's loud voice echoes across the square.

"Captain, I need your help." Over Levi's shoulder, you can see her, hands flailing in the air. Levi clicks his tongue and his expression changes, becomes slightly annoyed. You do the same. He leans over to you, his head right next to yours. His strong scent of black tea and citrus rises to your nose and your knees go weak. His hot breath hits the shell of your ear and goosebumps cover your body again. "I'll make you feel better later." Your heart starts beating faster and a deep blush settles over your cheeks. You hold your breath as he turns and walks with strong strides back to his spot by Petra, the Wings of Freedom emblazoned large on his back.

"Tch, I haven't seen a fucking weakling like that in a long time, Yaeger," you hear him shout further back. Again, a slight grin comes over you.

"Ma'am, can you help me with the straps?" calls Christa Renz over to you. She snaps you out of your thoughts and you come back to yourself. You expel your long-held breath and make your way over to her.

The rest of the training was like chewing gum compared to before. The remaining part of your group wasn't a total bust, but Levi's words left a sweet note and butterflies in your stomach. Your whole body tingled with joy and the scenarios in your head took their own course. Every now and then your gaze swung to Levi, even as you have pulled yourself together, but the temptation was far too great. And then when he caught your gaze, you could see the change in him even across the distance. At one point you even thought he winked at you, which was the most uncharacteristic thing ever for him, but just the pure thought that you were right made your knees weak again. For this reason, you were more concerned with your students, who were not very happy about it. You had the reputation of being almost as strict as Levi - but with less insults - and that although your size made you look more like a dwarf. At the end of the training, the Levi Squad then condemned the worst to clean up the mess. The sun was lower by now, it was late afternoon and the wind was blowing stronger. You walked together as a group back to the large building and followed the cadets to the mess hall.

As usual, you took your food first before the rest could strike, which you were more than happy about. At least on days when there was meat, it was always an advantage for everything and everyone to fill their plates before Sasha Blouse. Her love for food was immeasurable. After her, there wasn't that much left for others to lead and sharing was out of the question for her. You plod along behind Eld with your full plate and settle into the seat next to him and Oluo.

"What a day, huh guys?" groans Petra, sliding onto the bench across from you, followed by Gunther and then Levi, who grabs the seat across from yours.

You stare at the potatoes, meat and bread in front of you and start eating, almost burning yourself.

The others do the same, while Levi drinks his tea and lets his gaze roam the room to observe the other cadets.

"There, you say something. I wonder when it's going to be expedition time again. Time to kill some titans again, isn't it?" grins Oluo next to you, poking you in the side. You give him a dry look. "You mean so I can do all the work again and you can rest?" Oluo blushes slightly, whether from anger or shame, and slashes at the table with his knife in his right hand.

"I was here long before you even got around to it, kid".

"That makes your 39 kills all the sadder," you mock, and the others stifle their laughter.

Oluo contorts his face and is about to open his mouth when Eld slaps him on the back, "Oh Oluo, I can still remember when you wet yourself on your first expedition."

The blow startles Oluo slightly and he yelps in pain. He slaps his hand over his mouth and contorts his face. "I bit my tongue," he mumbles, which really makes the others laugh now. You, on the other hand, just roll your eyes again and are pleased inwardly.

No matter how much you get on each other's nerves sometimes, you are a family that always stands up for each other. Most of the happy moments you can still remember were spent with this group. Each had its strengths and weaknesses, which in turn compensated for another. Your gaze falls on each of them as they still laugh and Oluo still complains before you look at Levi.

Again, your breath catches slightly. His gaze pierces you and holds you spellbound. He looks at you as he slowly eats. A shiver runs down your spine again and you press your legs together. His gaze is intense and deep, going straight to your soul. His silver eyes are darker and possessive. No one at the table seems to notice what's happening, as Levi has always been good at hiding your personal moments. It's a mystery to you how he did it since you always felt caught and like your body didn't really belong to you. He was the one thing that always upset you and left you breathless. You smile slightly at him and his gaze darkens even more, making you swallow.

"Captain, how about a little break for us tonight? We could all sit down together for a bit and have a little drink," Petra catches your attention. She blushes slightly and you have to suppress the gagging. Never, never, would Levi ever feel anything for Petra. Everyone liked her, including him and yourself, of course, but not in that way. They were much too different for that and didn't have the same goals. But you had already noticed how Petra looked at Levi and blushed and bit her lip and stroked through her hair and smiled and laughed extra and positioned herself well and always stood next to him, sat down, tried to work with him, always addressed him directly, took him in protection. You were never jealous because Levi never gave you a reason to be, but Petra made it really hard for you sometimes. Especially since no one, except Hange, of course, knew about how things were between Levi and you.

"Oi, your hand," Gunther says, touching it. You recoil and realize how your hand hurts. You clutch your knife tightly, your knuckles white. Everyone is looking at you. You let go of it and it falls to the table before you mumble a quiet apology and continue eating. Speaking of which, you were bad at hiding your feelings for Levi. The others let go of you and turn their attention back to Petra and Levi.

"Tch, do what you want, I still have workto do". Petra looks slightly disappointed and starts eating again. The rest of the meal was quieter as everyone was busy filling their bellies. Eld and Gunther are the first to leave before Levi raises his voice. "Oi, Petra, take my dishes away as soon as you finished". The girl seems hopeful for a brief moment before Levi smashes her hopes. He looks at you and your almost empty plates. "... And the other one here too".

With these words he straightens up. You look up at him. "Would you help me just now?" His eyes show a sparkle again and your gaze falls on Petra and Oluo for a brief moment before you nod. With those words, he trots off. You quickly get up, say goodbye, and walk after him. Your path past the cadets is quiet and the murmuring around you also quiets, which always happened when Levi was around. No one would dare to accidentally say something that might upset him. Levi headed for the stone stairs in the hallway, down the long hallway to the door of his office. A few torches flicker on the wall, lighting your way, even with the sun still providing more than enough light from outside. All the while, you follow him quietly until he unlocks the door and both of you step inside.

You close the door behind you with a soft click and turn around. Levi is standing in front of you with his arms folded in front of his chest. He leans slightly against his desk and examines you from top to bottom. The evening sun shines through the window behind him and strong shadows stand out on his face. "How are you?" You bite your lower lip and swallow hard. "Pretty good, I guess," you say and avert your gaze, looking down at the ground. You continue to feel his gaze and you blush slightly. Your breathing gets a little heavier and you swallow again. The tension in this room is heavy and oppressive. The energy between you is crackling and the hairs on your arms are standing up. It is amazing how different Levi could behave. Toward everyone else on the planet, he was an ass, no question about it. But to you, he treated you like you were a flower that would wilt if he didn't take proper care of it. You bite your lower lip. Levi's footsteps come toward you until he's standing right in front of you and you can look at his shoes. He puts a finger under your chin and lifts your face. His eyes are impenetrable, and he can probably read you again like one of his books.

"You know better than to bite your lip," he whispers to you. He places his left hand against the door behind you and leans against you. His eyes pull you in before you close them and feel his lips on yours. In the background, you hear him turn the key in the lock, locking you in this room. His teeth graze over your bottom lip and he captures it, sucking on it before releasing it. "I'll do that for you, won't I?" A low moan escapes you and you open your eyes again. He was even closer to you, your noses almost grazing each other, and his hot breathing and warmth befuddle you.

"Remember what I promised you earlier?" You nod and lick your lips. His gaze immediately darts to that movement before he looks into your soul again. "Repeat it."

"You promised me that you would make me feel better".

A slight smile curls his lips and he takes your face in his right hand. You nestle into it and your heart flutters.

"So, do you still want this?" What a question, you think and nod slightly, kissing the inside palm of his hand and staring at him. Please make me feel good. Again, he has to smirk slightly and presses a feather-light kiss to your forehead before stepping away from you, taking his warmth with him. He steps back to his desk and resumes his previous posture there. His face and body tension are harder and his eyes seem much darker than before.

"Take off your clothes," comes his instruction. His voice is also low and hard. You look at him a little unsettled and surprised before you start undoing the buttons of your blouse. His gaze follows your movements and he tilts his head slightly. You kick your shoes aside. The removal of your pants in particular seems to fascinate him, and you swear you saw a sparkle in his eyes as your bra and panties follow the other garments as well. So, you stand in front of him, shivering slightly from the temperature difference, causing your nipples to poke hard at him and your skin to be covered in goosebumps again. He licks his lips and takes off his jacket, placing it on his desk behind him. He undoes the straps that wrap around his torso and sets them aside as well.

"Kneel down." You do as you were told and kneel on the cold wooden floor. This causes the cold to shoot more strongly through your body and you shake yourself slightly. Levi is still watching you and slowly lets his gaze roam over you. After your next blink, he rises and steps to the other side of his desk, which faces his window. He opens the first drawer on the left and pulls out something. After closing it, he comes back to your side and slowly steps towards you. You are a little surprised at what he just did since you can't see anything in his hands. He stops in front of you and looks down. You follow his hands, which reach for the buttons of his shirt, which he then slowly opens bit by bit. His gaze stares at you again, while he moves as if in slow motion. For you, it was all much too slow and with each button your heart beat a beat faster again. If it were up to you, you would have torn it from his body so that the buttons would fly across the room. But your hands remain still in your lap as you wait for each button. Finally arriving at the last one, he undoes it as well before slipping his shirt off his torso. His shoulders and arms work as he does so, and your knees soften. You love his body, he's a god. With all the years of training and fighting experience, it goes without saying that he is trained, but his cross and arms especially make your heart weak. You don't know what that is because of, but it's just a preference of yours on him. One of the many you have to mention about it. And you love every single scar from his skin you've run along them so many times with your lips and fingers. Slowly your temperature changes. Your body becomes warm and you notice how your center becomes moist. He reaches into his right pants pocket and pulls out a long piece of rope. Your breath catches and your eyes widen. Levi still just looks at you and plays with it a bit, tightens it and let’s go again. As he does, the muscles under his skin play again, looking indescribable with the setting sun in the background. Veins come out from under his skin and you pull your eyebrows together in frustration. He shines like a saint that you love to cling to so that he can keep all the evil in the world away from you.

"Hands behind your back." Immediately you do as he said and follow him as long as you can with your gaze as he walks around you and then kneels behind you. His fingers are warm as they graze your skin and he ties the rope around your wrists to join your two hands together. After he's done, he runs his hands up your arms, touching the haunches above your collarbones for seconds before pulling his hands away again.

"Close your eyes," he whispers in your right ear. The last thing you see before your eyes flutter shut are the last rays of the sun, which bathe the room in a deep orange-red. You feel something being placed over your eyes. Levi ties the piece of cloth to the back of your head and then rises. As soon as you realize he's done, your eyes open briefly, only to see deep black. Butterflies spread through your lower stomach and you press your lips together to stifle a moan. With excitement and anticipation, you feel more wetness between your legs and squirm slightly to create some pressure, but to no avail. Now without sight, you rely more on your ears and the sounds of the environment around you. Levi moves quietly around the room, you locate him at his desk and hear him light a match. The smell of smoke fills the room. When he seems to be finished, he moves back toward you. You hear the rattle of the buckles of his belts, which then fall to the floor with a sound. He loosens one strap after another until the sounds stop. You feel his presence in front of you and squeeze your legs together again. Fabric rustles before it's quiet again. Suddenly, a hand reaches into your hair and pulls your head almost painfully to the back of your neck. Air escapes your throat and you make a surprised sound.

"Open your mouth." Levi's voice seems even deeper than usual and hard, almost cold. You open it on command and stick out your tongue. You hear him smirk and feel one of his fingers, which slowly works its way to your throat. "I raised you so well," Levi murmurs, and you suck on his finger. Shortly after, two more join him. "I'm going to use you so well. You're going to do exactly what you were made to do: choke on my cock and milk it afterwards." A long moan escapes you and you suck on his fingers, your tongue playing with them before withdrawing them again. A feather-light touch brushes over your left nipple and you sigh. "I saw the look on your face earlier. How shamelessly you fantasize about such things while your cadets are in front of you and that idiot Oluo is standing next to you. How I would have loved to take his place". Your saliva causes your nipples to harden again as the cold air swirls around them. The hand in your hair loosens. Shortly after, you feel something warm and soft against your lips. Your mouth opens again and you groan. Levi's cock slides between your teeth into the roof of your mouth and he moans out too. "Fuck, finally." You feel the wetness between your legs run down your thigh before it drips onto the floor. Levi's hand finds its way into your hair again, and he pulls his hips back before they shoot forward again and his cock buries itself in your mouth once more. He holds this speed for some time. You get warmer and warmer, especially at the thought of you kneeling there right now in front of him and him using your mouth. "You're doing so good, slut," Levi murmurs from above, thrusting harder. The sound of your mouth smacking and his increasingly heavy breathing echoes through the room. You taste a few drops of his juice and your eyes roll back into your skull. Again, a long moan escapes you and the hand in your hair grips harder. Slight pain jolts through your scalp and goosebumps form on your skin again.

"Your mouth is so warm and wet. Just not as tight as your cunt, but I can change that". His cock finds its way deeper into your throat, almost hitting the back it before withdrawing completely. For a brief moment you feel his lips on yours, his tongue exploring the path his cock had paved earlier. He tastes himself on your lips and wants much more of it. The kiss is wild and he leaves you with throbbing, swollen lips. "Tongue out." Before you can take a breath, you're sticking it out at him again. He slaps his cock on it a few times before burying himself inside you again with one smooth thrust. His entire length fills your mouth, and you gag slightly as his tip sticks way too deep in your throat. Levi doesn't let up though, keeping you that way before resuming his previous speed and hardness. You squeeze your eyes shut, but tears escape your eyelids anyway. They wet the fabric on your eyes and find their way along under it, flowing down your cheeks and dripping on your legs. The more your throat hurts, the heavier Levi's breathing becomes. His balls hit your chin and his second hand finds its way into your hair as well, holding you in place.

"You feel so good," his deep, dry voice comes out. "...The way you sit here in front of me and suck me so good. Other men dream about it. Who would believe what a slut you are?" You moan and the vibration makes him wince and he claws into your scalp. As best you can, you slide your tongue around his shaft, grasping his tip, sucking on him while his hips keep thrusting. Your mouth and neck feel painful and your jaw hurts from the constant mouthing. As your tongue touches his balls, his hips twitch and he pulls back breathlessly. His cock pulls out of you again and you gasp for air. You cough heavily and saliva runs down the corners of your mouth.

Suddenly, Levi's hands push at your hips and pull you upward. Your legs are jello, which is why he catches your weight and supports you. The soles of your feet touch the ground for only a few moments before you feel his shoulder against your stomach and your face comes to rest on his back. The air is forced from your lungs and blood rushes to your head. He grips the rope at your wrists, thus holding you tight before he moves. “Levi, I want more”, you mumble and feel the juice running between your legs. He opens the door to his bedroom and carries you to his bed, where he lays you down somewhat roughly. The room smells like him. The bed linen is freshly washed, which is normal for him. The smell of tea is also heavy in the air, as well as its own note, which is that of Levi himself. “Tch, it's clear to me that you little bitch can't get enough. But do not worry, my big cock will fill you up in a minute.”

He turns you onto your stomach and pulls your butt up and towards him. You feel his warm breath at your center and your muscles tremble. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself for being so wet?" He blows against your wet lips and you squirm slightly under him. You feel his tongue licking once along your slit. You moan loudly as you finally get some touch before his hand hits your right ass cheek and you howl in pain. Without warning, his cock drills deep into your cunt and your moans mingle in the small space, echoing out to you. Immediately, Levi picks up the pace he had earlier while fucking your mouth. You jerk beneath him, moaning into the mattress beneath you, and your fingernails each dig into the wrist of the other arm. Again, Levi's hand closes around the rope and he pulls you up to him, grasping your throat with his other hand and biting your shoulder. You moan his name loudly and press against the warmth of his chest. He licks over the bite marks and fucks you harder. Your walls close tightly around his cock and he moans loudly next to your ear. "How tight can you get?" he murmurs, and his hand around your throat squeezes tighter. His fingers are right against your main arteries. Your air gets shorter, your pulse beats faster to push the blood into your head, but because of the pressure from his fingers it doesn't work. Light panic overcomes you and mixes with your lust. "Levi...I-I," you try to say before everything around you goes black. Your whole-body collapses and you can't finish your sentence. He immediately releases the pressure of his hand before you finally lose consciousness and the blood rushes back to your head. The difference in pressure makes you dizzy as you slowly regain consciousness. His thrusts don't stop, his endurance was immeasurable. He moans into your neck and your whole belly tingles with satisfaction. Your moans get louder again.

"Again?"

"Yes," you groan out. You hear him laugh softly before the pressure around your throat intensifies again and the scenario from just now repeats itself. The mixture of dizziness and pleasure is a deadly mix. Nothing feels better and you want more, more and more, but Levi knows exactly when to stop before he puts your little body through too much. As you come to yourself again, Levi loosens his hand around the rope and wraps his arm around your stomach. He presses you tighter against him, holding your weak body tight. "You're the biggest slut," he murmurs against your ear. The hand on your belly slowly strokes to your pelvic bones, slowly finding its way between your legs. He circles your clit with his middle finger, making you twitch and squirm against his chest as you praise his name. His lips settle on your neck, beginning to suck as his hand pushes deeper. He feels his own cock thrusting into you and adds his index and middle fingers, burying them in your creamy hole as well, which they grip tightly, and your moans grow louder again. No one must ever know what Levi does with you during all those hours in his bedroom. No one would probably believe it. How many marks he has left on your body, how many times he has cut off your air, how many times he has fucked you into unconsciousness, left your cunt sore. If Levi would be a religion, you would be its first martyr.

You lay your head in your neck and his hand around your throat rests on your forehead, pressing your head back. This makes it easier for him to get to your throat with his mouth. He licks away the sweat next to the mark before making more. "I'm so sick of no one knowing what I do to you," he hums against your neck. "I'm so fed up with the fact that some complete idiots actually still think they have a chance with you, can fuck you the way I'm doing right now". At these words he fucks you incessantly, his two fingers in addition inside you, which stretch you further and you are in heaven. Your delirium is near. He feels his way forward, curves his fingers, massages the inside of your walls. He just can't get to your g-spot due to the extra space his dick takes up and you will think you are going insane. "Even though yes I love how jealous you get of Petra. Tch, as if I would touch that filthy bitch." His thrusts get even harder and your whole-body tenses, groaning in pain. "No one can give me what you give me," he whispers. No one could give him the power he had over you. He could do whatever he wanted with you and you would get wet with lust and horniness. You were a dream come true, not just in that way. Levi loves you more than anything else in the world, even if he never says it, but deep inside you know it.

The thumb of his hand moves between your legs again to your clitoris and presses against it. A second, two seconds pass before you explode. Your vision goes white despite your blindfold, your body writhes, the muscles in your thighs twitch wildly, and you scream the room together. His name falls from your lips again as he fucks you through your orgasm. Each thrust brings sparks, his lips on your neck and his hands on and inside you. As your body slowly calms, he releases you, removes his hands, and pushes you back into the mattress. Your face shifts over the fabric before he has you back in the right position. His right leg settles next to your hip and you hear the bed creak beneath you. He continues to increase his speed, getting harder. His head settles into your neck and he moans loudly as he fucks you, finally meeting his end. Tears run down your cheeks as your body is drained, screaming at you to take a break. But the sensation between your legs pulls through your body again, making you moan once more. His hands dig painfully into your ass before Levi explodes inside you. His juice squirts into you and your name falls from his lips, giving you butterflies again. He thrusts with light strokes before gradually slowing down and dropping against your body.

He gives himself a brief moment before rising from you and untying your hands. without any remaining body tension, you fall onto the mattress beneath you and tear the blindfold from your head. The room is dark. The sun has set in time and your sense of time is confused. The light from the candle in the office brings a little light into the room, so that you can make out the outlines of the furniture.

"Better?" You hum to him and snuggle into the blanket beneath you. "Oi, I'll run us a bath, don't fall asleep." You grumble again and look after him as he leaves you alone and drained in the dark room.

#captain levi #aot #levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot x you #levi x you #levi x reader #levi x y/n #snk smut #shingeki no kyoujin

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yourmidnightlover · 3 years

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three, four squeezes

Summary- spencer finds watches you take what he thought was your last breath. turns out they weren't, but you're now in a coma.

TW: coma, fem!reader, spencer pining, angst/fluff ig?, blood, gunshot

WC- 5,681

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guilt.

regret.

pain.

fear.

spencer couldn't stop fiddling between as he rode with you in the back of the ambulance.

the guilt he felt as he realized that everything was his doing, his fault. if he wouldn't have froze and if he would've told you how he felt neither of you would be in this position.

the regret he had of never telling you how he felt. he never got to hold you as more than best friends and kiss you like he's wanted to so, so, so many times.

the pain of seeing you in so much pain. and the fear that worsened when you accepted the fact that you would die in his arms

the fear that the last time he held you was when you confessed your darkest secret to him. you never got to hear him tell you how much he truly loved you.

he took your much smaller hand in both of his and pressed it close to his chest, right on top of his heart as if he was trying to tell you what his heart had tried to make him.

he froze.

he shouldn't have froze.

he should've held you and told you how much he loved you. how much he wanted you. how much he's always wanted you.

he should've kissed you and never let you out of his sight. because maybe, just maybe, if he hadn't let you go then you would have never gotten hurt.

he was the reason you were dying.

he was lost in thought when the holter monitor held a steady, long beep. you had flatlined.

you felt the warmth radiating over your skin as you shifted in your position to sit up. you took in your surroundings.

you were in an endless pasture, filled with tall grass that would reach your knees if you had stood up. the sky was perfect, clear, baby blue color that you haven't seen in a while. you were laying on a red blanket with a picnic basket by your side.

the smell of fresh flowers and fresh grass filled your nose. the calming scent bringing you the peace that radiated around you as you observed further into this place.

you had on a flowy, pastel purple sun dress and a pair of white flats on. you turned your head to the side, only to notice you weren't alone.

"spencer!" you cheered excitedly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your touch. "you're here," you breathed out.

"i am here," you felt the vibrations of his chuckle. "but you shouldn't be here."

you pulled back and looked at him confused. "wh-why not?"

"because," he pushed a strand of hair out of your face as he gazed into your eyes. "you need to go back, sweetheart."

a rush of memories flooded your brain.

you confessed your past, your regret, your love.

he didn't love you back.

you were shot.

"i... i don't want to go back," you admitted with furrowed brows. "i want to stay here. with you."

he looked at you with what seemed to be pity. he scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around you to pull you closer to his body.

"you can be with me back there. you know that," he said as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

"no, i won't. not-" you took a deep breath, "not like this."

"but this isn't even real. i'm just a figment of your imagination. you're disassociating with your body, and i'm your safe place," he said nonchalantly, as if hearing that didn't break your heart even more.

"but i want to be with you, spence. i've ruined everything out there. you don't want me," you spilled, letting a tear slip past your eye and down your cheek.

"i will always want you, y/n. always," he assured you as he pressed a kiss to your hairline.

"how do you know?" you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"because i'm a genius. remember, sweetheart?" he chuckled.

"promise me?" you said as you turned around and held his hand, squeezing it in anticipation.

"i promise. go back, y/n. you need to go back." he repeated.

"not yet. just a little longer with you, please. just a little longer with you," you pleaded.

spencer had to let go of your hand so the doctors could get the defibrillator. he began shaking before he told himself to be strong. he had to be strong for you.

"please don't leave me..." he prayed for the first time in a while to a god he wasn't even sure he believed in. "don't die on me."

one of the paramedics ripped your shirt open so they could begin to start the chest compressions. spencer hated seeing you so helpless, lifeless, hopeless.

"charge to 260!" one of the doctors yelled before yelling clear and connecting it to your skin.

nothing.

"charge to 350!" she pressed it to your chest and abdomen one more time.

suddenly the monitor began beeping steadily again. you were alive. not okay, but you were breathing.

you had a heartbeat again.

you weren't leaving him yet.

"oh thank god!" he exclaimed as he watched the paramedics leave your side, allowing him to fill their void. he took hold of your hand once again and pressed his lips to it as he watched the paramedic on the other side of you monitoring everything going on with your status.

"thank you, y/n. thank you so much," he placed another kiss on your knuckles as he used his to wipe his tears away.

when you had made it to the hospital he decided to finally call morgan and garcia. he would let them know what happened, minus the whole love confession part, and ask them to alert the rest of the team.

morgan replied in asking if she was okay, and asked for the details later when he got there. garcia was just rushing to get out of her apartment and to the hospital to check on her 'little cherry blossom.'

garcia got there first no doubt breaking a few speed limits in the process, but he didn't mind because now he wouldn't be alone with his own mind. she engulfed spencer in her arms and let him sob it out as she did the same. she didn't ask what happened, she knew he would tell her when he was ready.

morgan took a bit longer, surprisingly. although, in his defense, he did live on the other side of town. upon arrival, he just placed a firm hand on spencer's shoulder and sat beside him in a seat, silently providing his own comfort.

jj was next to arrive. she was already in tears when garcia had called her to make her aware of the news. she gave spencer a tight hug before sitting beside garcia.

when emily got there she raced to jj to ask if they had any information yet, they didn't. she checked on spencer, making sure he wasn't losing his mind completely. she finally settled down and sat beside jj, placing a comforting hand on top of hers.

rossi and hotch arrived at the same time, they were both working late, finishing a few extra case files. they went around comforting the rest of the team, and made sure to pay extra attention to spencer.

everyone knew how close the two of you were. you were like bonnie and clyde, but rather you both solved crime instead of ensuing it. and they knew how much it pained him to see her in pain. even on cases when she would get wounded, spencer would pay the utmost care and attention to you.

spencer didn't say a word. he didn't say what happened. nobody asked. they sat in silence, with almost constant tears from the fear of losing you, waiting for answers to how you were doing.

after a few more hours, jj decided to ask the doctor yet again on any updates on your condition. she quietly got up after letting go of emily's hand and walked over to the front desk.

"ma'am," jj asked the receptionist, "is there any update on y/n y/l/n and her surgery. it's been a few hours now and we're getting wo-"

"y/n y/l/n?" a doctor came into the waiting room holding a clipboard, waiting for someone to claim her company.

spencer jumped up from his seat when he heard her name. everyone had refrained from using in fear of striking something in spencer. they didn't want to upset him more than he already was, so they just kept their mouths shut.

"yes?" he excitedly asked, feeling the sweat in his hands and the exhaustion overwhelming his body.

"she's out of surgery now. she's in a stable condition, but there's some bad news," the doctor grimaced as the others waited expectantly for the rest of the news. "she had a prolonged period of time without oxygen to her brain, she's now in a coma. we aren't sure when she'll wake up," the doctor finally spewed out. "you can go visit her now. maybe one at a time so she can decipher who's who. she can hear what you say, so make it positive and encouraging," he concluded.

spencer looked back at the team, waiting for them to signal that he could go visit her before following the doctor to your room.

spencer walked inside and saw you lying there, lifeless while barely alive. and it was all his fault. you told him it wasn't his fault. in what you thought were your last moments, you wanted him to be at ease. while you were bleeding out from his stupidity, you still claimed your love that he never told you he returned.

and for that he would never forgive himself.

oh, what he would give to hear your laugh again. to see your smile, feel your touch, smell your hair once more. he wanted you back.

so he did the only thing he could do. he sat by your side and grabbed your hand for the millionth time and held it to his cheek, trying to feel your warmth.

"hi, y/n," he started off, deciding to give this whole 'encouragement' thing a try. "there are a lot of studies on whether or not someone can hear whilst their in a coma, but i'm going to try it anyway," he tool a deep breath.

"you're the strongest woman i know, and i meant it when i told you that earlier tonight. i know that you can get through this. i want you to know that i'll be here for you every step of the way. i promise. i-i'll take off every day until you wake up. i have to take a sabbatical anyway, so i can just ask them if i can take it early. if i can't then i'll make garcia come here every single day and i'll call her so you can hear my voice," the tears filled his eyes once again.

"i-i need you here with me, y/n. please," he begged for what felt like the millionth time that night.

"spence," jj called from the doorway. "would you mind if we all talked to her for a minute? then you can come back? i need to get back to my boys now that i know she's going to be okay," she said with a bit of guilt at the thought of her being able to go home.

home to her husband and children.

y/n has always wanted children. she'd be such an amazing wife, and an even better mother. spencer wanted the chance to witness her being a mother first hand, and maybe even being the mother to his own children.

he wanted to give her everything she's ever wanted. he wanted to stay with her until he was forced to have to leave.

truth be told, the day you walked into the bau, you changed his life forever and he didn't even know it. he thought it was just going to be another temporary fill in, until you performed so well at your job that the bau just had to hire you permanently.

you're so amazing at everything you do. everything you've ever done. you always push yourself to be and do your best, something spencer has grown to love and admire you for.

so he just hopes you have a reason to fight. a reason to fight for your life, to fight for him. he hopes that you have hope.

"yea, of course," he pressed his lips to your knuckles one more time before leaving the room, hugging jj on the way out.

garcia was right outside the door, waiting for spencer to come out so she could give him a hug. she wrapped her arms around his torso as his went around her shoulders.

"she's strong, spencer. she'll get through this," garcia tried to comfort him.

"you should've heard her. she-she sounded like she was ready to give up hen she was lying there, bleeding out on the ground," spencer pulled back to look at garcia. "i can't lose her. n-not now."

"you won't lose her," she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder before he nodded to her and walked back into the waiting room, being met by emily's own embrace.

"i'm not gonna tell you how strong she is, because i think we all know that by now. but you can talk to me, reid. that's what you have to know. you can talk to any of us," she consoled before pulling back, her hands still gripping his shoulders tightly.

"sh-she told me she was in love with me," he said out loud for the first time.

"what?" emily's eyes widened at the realization before she pulled his hand to go into an empty room. "explain, please?"

"she told me she was in love with me," he repeated. "and i froze," he sighed.

"you froze? what do you mean? i thought you loved her too?" she pondered, a confused look clouding her face.

"how'd you know that? and yea, i do love her. i love her so much it hurts," he looked down at his feet. "i didn't say it back because i couldn't believe it was happening. i-i mean have you seen her? she's the definition of perfect and she said she loves me."

"oh, spencer," she said before giving him another hug, allowing him to break down in her arms.

"she walked out after that," he grimaced. "when i started walking back to my place that's when i heard the gunshot and called the ambulance. then i noticed it was her and i broke. it's my fault she was out there. if i would've told her how i felt she would've been in my arms and safe. instead, she's in a coma because i was too confused to say anything," he vented.

"it's not your fault, reid. you have to know that," she said before pulling back. "it's the guy who shot her's fault. not yours. you didn't pull the trigger."

"i might as well have. she doesn't know how i'm in love with her," spencer whined, feeling more hopeless than he did when he was kidnapped and drugged.

because at least then, he knew the team would be coming for him.

but he didn't know if you ever wanted to come back.

when you were lying there, dying, it was like you were saying goodbye as he held you in his lap. his hands, pants, and even shirt were covered in your blood.

he hadn't even noticed. he didn't care to notice. you were the only thing on his mind. everyone else knew he wouldn't leave without knowing your condition, so they didn't bother telling him to go clean up. emily noticed him eyeing his own appearance.

"go change. i'll call you if we have any updates. relax, please. she's not going to leave you," emily said before shooing him away to clean up.

spencer went to his place to change quickly and take a shower after morgan gave him his hoodie to wear on the drive there. meanwhile, emily walked out into the waiting room and took notice of morgan in his own worry.

"she'll fight. we know she will," emily confirmed as she walked to sit beside him.

"i know she will, but i'm also worried about the kid," morgan moved his head out of his hands as he looked at emily. "he told me how he was in love with her. and i'm willing to bet this has something to do with that. he's been through so much, he doesn't deserve to lose another person in his life."

"i know, you're right. he doesn't deserve this, nobody does, but he especially doesn't deserve this," emily said as she put her hand over his back, rubbing it soothingly.

"i'm gonna see if i can have my turn talking to y/n," he stood up and walked to your room, taking notice of jj still inside and penelope waiting patiently.

he wrapped his arms around garcia and let her cry as jj finished up inside before exiting and saying her goodbyes to everyone, allowing penelope to have her turn to talk with you.

showering helped spencer more than he thought it would. being covered in your blood was more frightening than he thought, so seeing his own skin on his hands was much easier for him.

he drove himself back to the hospital, wanting to avoid more prying eyes of cab drivers taking notice of his obvious grief and panic.

when he walked inside, hotch was inside your room with rossi, despite the 'one-person-at-a-time' rule. he knocked on the outside of the doorframe, alerting the two of his presence.

"kid. hey," rossi came up to greet him, giving him a quick hug before hotch did the same.

"reid, we know how close you two are, so just know that she's probably fighting to get back to you, the rest of us too, but especially you," hotch declared with a pity grin.

"i hope you're right," he glanced back in the room to look at you. "i really hope you're right."

spencer walked back into your room after the two older men left. he scooted the chair closer to your bed and held your hand. he crossed his arms on top of your bed, your hand still in his, and laid his head down on his arms.

he waited.

and waited.

there was no progress.

he wanted you to come back to him. he wanted to feel your touch again and hear your laugh. he wanted to tell you how he felt. he just wanted you.

he was able to work at home on the few cases they received, and took his paperwork to your hospital room when he wasn't able to finish it as quickly as normal.

as the weeks went by, his hope began to dwindle, but his determination only grew. he was determined to be able to tell you how much he loved you while you were awake, so he refrained from spilling his guts while you were still unconscious.

he would read you books. your favorite books. the books you would ask him to read to you when you were feeling sad and wanted to hear his voice to calm you down.

he played your favorite songs. the songs you and him listened to on the way to work or to museums he would beg you to go to with him.

he even played chess with you. granted, he was more so playing himself acting as you. he would try to play whatever moves he felt you would play against him.

he cried with you. he cried for you to come back to him. he cried that you never stop fighting. he cried that he would get at least one more time to talk to you.

but one day the doctors noticed that you were able to breath on your own. they were able to take the tube out of your mouth and throat and nose. that was his hope. your strength was his hope.

he sped to the hospital that day, wanting to see you as soon as he could. it had been three weeks since the shooting, and he desperately needed the sight of your chest moving up and down voluntarily, a sign of your own breath breathing life into your body.

emily just nodded her head at him to go when he stormed into her office, she had received the same call seconds earlier.

when he came into your room, he as already in tears at the new progress. he brushed your hair out of your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"keep fighting, y/n/n. you're so close to coming back to me, to us, to the team. please keep going," he begged as he sat down by your side. "i got the call about you being able to breath on your own, and i ran into emily's office. she didn't even need to say anything, she knew it was you," he smiled momentarily.

"i can't wait to be able to hug you again, and feel your warmth again. i uhm, i never told you this, but we've kissed," he smiled at the memory. "it was that night you were drunk and told me about your parents. you had kissed me after i told you how beautiful and amazing you were, and how wrong your parents were. i kissed you back, too," he gently bit his lip at the confession. "i-i didn't tell you because... i shouldn't have kissed you back. god, i've always wanted to kiss you, but not when you were drunk and vulnerable. i felt like i took advantage of you, and i hated that i did that to you. so, i never told you," he frowned at the hidden secret.

"but please, please, please come back to me. please let me kiss you for real this time. let me tell you how i feel, and hold you forever and ever. please just don't leave me. i won't be able to take that, y/n. i know how selfish that is, but i can't live without you. these past few weeks without hearing your voice has been hell," he frowned.

he had called your phone every day since the shooting just to hear your voice on the voicemail. those 29 words have been one of the things he's loved listening to when he woke up. he'd never admit it, but you'd realize it once you checked your phone.

another thing he loved doing was look through his videos of you. in one particular video, maybe even his favorite, you had taken his phone and began recording him on it.

you knew he hated his own appearance, although you'd never understand why, so you secretly took his phone and began recording him.

"hey spence! can you come here?" you called as you were in the living room, waiting for him to bring you your chicken tandoori.

"yup! i'm coming!" he came racing out with the two boxes of takeout, giving you one as he sat on the couch. he didn't even notice the phone with how you placed it in your hands.

"thanks handsome," you teased, although you meant every word you said. his face automatically blushed at the compliment, but he rolled his eyes nonetheless.

"oh, shut it," he said before stuffing a piece of chicken in his mouth. you giggled at his reaction, his favorite sound in the world.

"never. i don't know why you think you aren't attractive. you're so beautiful, spence, i'm surprised you don't already have a special someone," you nudged him with your elbow, the phone now being rested against your thigh to get a perfect view of him. you could see the smile he tried to hide by biting his lip gently.

"but i guess that does mean i get to spend more time with you, so i won't object," you laughed out before finally taking a bite of the food.

spencer noticed the phone on your thigh after you took a bite, his eyes widening at what he realized you were doing.

"y/n! why were you recording me?!" he exclaimed, trying to grab the phone and succeeding. he turned the camera on to you as you began laughing loudly at his reaction. "what do you have to say for yourself, ma'am?" he questioned.

your smile was brighter than ever, your face red from all the laughing. you were wearing one of spencer's sweaters, your favorite one. you had taken a couple because 'they're cozier' than yours. you put your hands up in surrender.

"i guess you caught me, hot stuff," you laughed before he placed the phone down and began his tickle attack on you. "ahhh! spencerrrr! please!" you laughed out. "i surrender!" tears of laughter were streaming down your face.

"fine. i think you've paid your penance," he joked before grabbing the phone and turning the camera on only you once again, you blushing from the action. "y'know you're really beautiful, right?" you smiled widely at his confession, sensing the sincerity in his voice.

"thank you, spencer. so are you, truly beautiful," you smiled even wider before he finally turned the camera off.

he remembers that day like it was yesterday. he'd like to claim it was because of his eidetic memory, but it was also because of you.

you had gotten the weekend off and decided to spend it together, once again. you had stayed the night with him all weekend, you insisted on sleeping on the couch to which he objected, forcing you to take the bed with him.

you had woken up cuddled in each others arms, facing each other like you had been hugging the whole night. spencer felt the most content he had ever felt in that moment, never wanting to let you go or wake you, so he waited for you to wake up.

that was the best weekend he's had in a while. you two acted as if you were in a relationship, domestic. it was delightful.

there was another picture the two of you had taken after a rather successful case.

all the missing children were found safe, a rare occurrence, so you had gone out to a bar to celebrate. it was mostly emily, morgan, and garcia's doing, so you had all eventually agreed once you figured out they wouldn't back down.

you had known how spencer was at bars, he was sometimes rather uncomfortable with all of the people. it made him anxious and a bit intimidated. so after you had all met up at the bar and you noticed how nervous he was, you intertwined your arms and took his hand in yours.

"my mom used to do this thing when i was anxious or nervous to calm me down," you whispered, wrapping your other arm around his one as you squeezed his hand three times. "it's supposed to be our way of assuring the other. a way of saying i'm here," you explained before he squeezed four times in return, your brows furrowed. "what does that mean?"

"i-it could mean i'm glad you're here," he grinned as he noticed the smile that erupted on your face from his kind words.

and you didn't let go all night.

"please come back to me, i know you can. you're so strong, please just come back to me," spencer wailed. he felt your hand squeezing his as he held it, making his encouragement the entire reason you came back to him.

"spence, you're making a mess," you giggled, wiping the corner of his lip free of the chocolate you two were eating, still in that heavenly place.

"i'm sorry! it just tastes really good," he smiled back as he watched you lick the chocolate from your thumb.

"mm, you're right. it does taste really good," you nodded your head. "so i'm taking all of them!" you grabbed the box full of chocolate and began running. looking back to see spencer chasing after you, you bursted into a fit of laughter.

the tall grass tickled your legs slightly, the breeze lifting your dress a tiny bit as you continued to jog ahead of him, teasing him with your laughter. he finally caught up with you, taking you down with him as you both giggled.

“you got me, dork,” you laughed, pushing his shoulder lightly.

“of course i do! did you expect anything less?” he said arrogantly, you rolled your eyes.

“never from you, doctor,” you teased as he pulled you in closer to him, you nuzzled your face into his neck as he admired the view around him. suddenly he stood up, the chocolate box in hand, and began running.

“you little tease!” you shouted before getting up to chase him as he did you previously. “spencer reid, you’re so gonna get it!” you laughed out

"don’t leave me," he turned around to face you and called out, suddenly you felt a pang in your stomach where you had been stabbed.

you made eye contact with him, a look of shock and horror on your face as you tried to figure out what was wrong before you collapsed to the ground.

"sp-spencer? what's happening?" you asked as he pulled you into his lap.

"it's been two weeks y/n, i-i miss you." he began. "i know you're right here with me, but i miss your voice. and your laugh-"

"spencer i'm right here. i was just laughing with you," you tried to interrupt his monologue.

"and i miss the way your hair would crowd my face as we slept and how it would make me wake up. i miss hugging you and-"

"spencer please, i'm here," you cried, squeezing his hand as hard as you could to signify your presence.

"please come back to me, i know you can. you're so strong, please just come back to me."

"y/n! can you hear me?!" he exclaimed, you squeezed his hand once more, a little tighter than the last time. "oh my god! oh thank you so much, y/n," he cried as he kissed your knuckles once more, your fingers twitching in the process.

"doctor. we need the doctor!" he said as he pressed the nurse's button. "she's squeezing my hand. her fingers started twitching!" he said excitedly as the nurse entered, exiting to get the doctor.

you squeezed his hands three times, him returning with four times. you understood what he meant. his eyes were trained on your face and he saw as your lips twitched upwards in a smile.

the doctor came in to perform a few tests and forced him to release your hand. he asked you to squeeze his hand once more, you followed suit. the doctor noticed your nose twitching and neck beginning to turn.

"she's gaining control over her body again. this was predicted once we found out she could breath on her own, we just didn't think it'd happen this quickly. a recovery this soon after removing the tube is almost unprecedented," he said in awe of your strength.

"she's the strongest person i know. it's no surprise that she's recovering this fast," spencer said as he took hold of your hand again.

"indeed. she should regain full control over herself within a few hours or by overnight at this point. go easy on her, she's still recovering from being shot. i also need to observe the bullet hole on her stomach, but you could stay for that if you'd like." spencer nodded as the doctor raised the hospital gown.

there was deep bruising around the bullet hole and a scab over top. your stomach looked smaller than it had the last time he'd seen it, a result from you having to be fed through a tube. you were unbelievably pale, no surprise there either because of the lack of sunlight.

"it's healing nicely, the scab looks healthy and the bruising is getting better. she's a fighter, this one," he smiled at spencer.

"you have absolutely no idea," he said, not breaking his eyes from your beautiful face.

the doctor left swiftly after charting her vitals and giving her a shot of her vitamins. spencer sat back down in the chair and held your hand once again, waiting for you to fully wake up so you could once again be in each others' arms.

later that day, at around 11:50, your entire body began shifting. spencer sat up straight away, trying to held you in any way possible.

"that's it, y/n! come on, you can do it, y/n/n," he cheered you on, smiling so hard he felt his eyes prick with tears. you turned onto your side, towards spencer, and your eyes had began to twitch open.

"sp-spencer?" you questioned once your eyes were fully open.

"yea, yes. it's me. i'm here. i'm right here," he wrapped his arms around you, adjusting his grip after you grimaced from his tight hold. "i'm never leaving. i'm never letting you leave again," he ranted out, placing a hand on the back of your head as you wrapped the arm that didn't have an iv around his body, pushing your head to nuzzle into his neck.

"i'm so sorry. i never should've left you there," you cried into his arms.

"it's okay, y/n. it's not your fault at all," he soothed as his hand started stroking your hair gently. "i'm so glad you came back to me. thank you so much," he sighed as he gently placed a kiss on your head."

"you really think i would go that easily? i thought you knew me better than that, dumbo," you laughed out.

"i'm glad to see you still have that sense of humor in you," spencer scoffed, followed by a bright smile.

"oh that's not going anwhere, spencer. and neither am i."

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Title: Storm

Pairings: Dean x F!Reader, mentions of Sam x Eileen

Characters: Dean, F!Reader, minor mentions of Sam and Eileen, unnamed OFCs

Word Count: ±2.1k

Warnings: anxiety, car accident, major injuries, angst, fluff, blink and you’ll miss it pre-smut, post 15x19, more spoilers will be in the tags.

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You walk through the aisles of the grocery store, pushing the ever-growing cart in front of you. You and Dean had finally moved all of your belongings into your new home, and now you needed to stock it full of food. Dean is like a kid in a candy store, grabbing so many unnecessary items that you can only shake your head and suppress your giggles.

A thunderclap from outside makes you jump slightly; spring in Kansas, a woman just a few feet in front of you notes, you politely smile as she suggests stocking up on bottled water and canned goods. When you were living in the Bunker, severe weather wasn’t even on your radar. It was a fortress, with all sorts of magic protecting it. But now, you and Dean are living in an ordinary, run-of-the-mill house, and Kansas is smack-dab in the middle of tornado alley.

Dean meets you at the checkout counter, two pies in hand, and you give the cashier a small smile. Another thunderclap makes you jump, and Dean immediately wraps his arms around your waist, calming you, reminding you that it’s just a little rain. Thunderstorms had made you anxious ever since your family was attacked by a wendigo when you were a teenager. Every storm dredges up memories of you and your family fighting for your lives as the creature used a storm to hide in the shadows and the sounds of thunder to cover its inhuman screams.

Rain begins to fall as you load bag after bag into the trunk of Baby, empty now that Dean has retired. A large bolt of lightning strikes, brightening up the sky, making the heavy, dark clouds visible for a moment.

As Dean pulls Baby out of the parking lot, rain has begun falling; scattered droplets softly thumping on the roof of the car. You and Dean live away from town, out in the middle of nowhere, your closest neighbors being Sam and Eileen, owning the property next to yours, but their house was still being built, so for the time being, it was only you and Dean for nearly five miles. It didn’t seem like a lot of distance when you first chose the property; in fact, you originally wanted to buy both pieces of land so that you and Dean could have all 10 acres to yourselves.

Dean drives past the Gas n’ Sip, the closest business next to your home, and turns down the road that would eventually lead to your new house. The five-mile distance shouldn’t seem like a lot, but now, as the rainfall becomes heavier, you wished you’d chosen a home closer to town.

The thick, heavy rain makes it almost impossible for you to see anything more than a few feet in front of you. You take a long, calming breath, trying to keep your nerves intact as lightning strikes again in the distance. Dean notices your nerves starting to get the better of you and reaches over to give your knee a reassuring squeeze before bringing the car to a stop.

“You wanna wait out the rain?” He asks, taking your sweaty palm into his own.

“Food’ll spoil,” you counter, trying to cover your growing nerves.

“S'just food, sweetheart,” Dean unbuckles himself and slides closer before reaching over to do the same to you. “We can get more tomorrow.”

Dean wraps his arm around your shoulders as the storm seems to grow even stronger. He places a gentle kiss on your lips and reaches to the back seat, grabbing a blanket to cover you both. Under the worn blanket, Dean’s hand rubs up and down your thigh, inching closer to your covered core. This wouldn’t be the first time that Dean’s tried to get frisky in the Impala; hell, not even the third or fourth but with your anxiety running on high, the last thing you want is to fool around.

You don’t have to say anything, just gently intertwining your fingers with his and he seems to get the message. You curl up against him, basking in his familiar warmth and smell, praying that the storm would soon be over. Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest as the wind howls with enough force to cause the Impala to rock slightly on the road.

After you’ve calmed, Dean suggests heading on home. You nod slightly, wanting nothing more than to crawl into the comfort of your bed. He slides back over before shifting the car into gear and slowly starts accelerating.

Pain. Cold. Wet.

Steam rises from Baby’s engine, and thunder claps again. The last thing you remember is a horn honking and Dean slamming on the brakes before everything went dark. Your body lies limp on the hood of the car, glass shards from the windshield surrounding you.

The Impala’s front end is crushed, and the heat from the engine warms you as you try to piece together what happened. You can hardly focus on anything; there’s another car a few yards away; it must be the one you collided with. You try to move your body, but it’s then you realize that you can’t feel anything below your waist. You groan as you desperately try to move, hoping that you can will yourself onto your feet and find Dean. You can barely make out a low moan through the sound of the rain hitting the metal. You want to turn, but you can't; pain radiates throughout your body, at least the parts you can still feel. You try to call out to Dean, to anyone for help, but you can't find the words to do so. Your brain and mouth aren't connecting, and the only sounds that you manage to make are whimpers of pain.

A figure appears in the rain, cursing as he seems to take in your broken figure; he's almost yelling at what you can only assume is some 911 dispatcher.

"Shit.. one of the passengers…conscious? The driver? I'll try…"

The man appears at your side, and you can still see the phone attached to his ear.

"Ma'am? Can you hear me?" He asks cautiously, you want to nod, but you're too afraid to move your head, afraid that you could accidentally hurt yourself further. "Her eyes are open; she's breathing," the man relays into the phone. "Uh.. ragged. There's blood… Ma'am? I'll try that. Blink if you can hear me."

You slowly but deliberately blink your eyes. The man breathes out a sigh of relief.

"Y/N!" Dean's voice comes from through the broken windshield. The man hurries away from you and towards Dean. You can only make out the muffled noises as the man tries to convince Dean to stay inside Baby, but you know he won’t; he’s too stubborn to listen to anyone.

The rain begins to let up, and the man tells Dean that an ambulance is on the way. The sound of Dean’s boots on the wet concrete put you at ease, knowing that he’s, at the very least, in better shape than you are. You count the strides that Dean takes before he’s beside you, frowning slightly at the large gash on his forehead. Dean’s eyes rake over your body, and you know something is going on that neither man is telling you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean’s hand gently cups your cheek, and you know that he’s trying to keep his voice steady. “Help’s comin’ baby, okay? You’re gonna be okay, y’hear me?”

You try to mumble a response, but the words still don’t form. The rain is now nothing more than a sprinkle, clouds shifting to reveal the night sky. Numbness has taken over the rest of your body as Dean keeps his eyes focused on you, assuring you over and over again that you're going to be okay. Off in the distance, you can hear a siren, and Dean squeezes your hand tightly as he tells the man to grab two flares from the trunk.

“Help’s almost here, Y/N.”

“De,” you barely manage to mumble out, “’m tired.”

“I know, baby.” Dean looks relieved at the sound of your voice. “Gotta stay awake, Y/N, please. Y’can’t go to sleep, baby, not until help gets here. Promise me you’ll stay awake.”

“Love you,” you murmur as your eyes close, and every breath becomes more difficult to take.

“Y/N, baby, I need you to open your eyes,” Dean begs as the siren grows closer. “Please, honey, just a coupla minutes. Please Y/N, you have to fight for just a little while longer; lemme see those pretty eyes, baby.”

With all the energy you can muster, you slowly open your eyes, focusing on Dean as he breathes out a sigh of relief. His face is wet; whether it's from the rain or fallen tears, you can’t be sure. Dean offers you a pained smile before leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Red and blue lights illuminate the sky, and a handful of overlapping voices fill the air. A paramedic replaces Dean, who refuses to leave your side until a firefighter drags him away. Your vision blurs as the new person begins quickly examining you while another puts a brace around your neck. A team of paramedics turns you over, and slides a board under you before lifting you off the hood of the Impala and putting you onto a stretcher. You can barely register what’s happening around you, and you want to cry out as they load you into the ambulance.

The collar around your neck keeps your head facing up, and you try desperately to look for Dean. Your eyes frantically search from side to side before Dean comes into view. He reaches forward, and you feel the familiar calloused hands rubbing against yours. Voices are flying, asking Dean question after question; is she allergic to any medications? Did she lose consciousness? Any prior existing conditions? Blood type?

Your hearing becomes muffled and your vision becomes tunneled as Dean struggles to answer each question.

“She’s seizing!”

A steadily beeping heart monitor awakens you. There’s a tube down your throat and you’ve seen enough Dr. Sexy to know it’s a breathing tube. You cough as you try to breathe and the heart monitor’s beeping becomes more rapid. A nurse is in the room quickly, telling you to keep calm before calling someone else in to help remove the tube. She orders you to cough again and again until the tube is out.

“D’n?” Your throat sore and raspy from the tube being down your throat for who knows how long. “‘Ere’s D’n?”

“He’s gone home, Y/N,” the nurse, Rebecca, tells you calmly. “Visiting hours ended a while ago. We’ll call him as soon as we get you a work-up.”

“S’okay?” You hate that your brain and mouth aren’t working together, and you can only speak in half-formed words. Rebecca nods, smiling as she takes your vitals and calls for an orderly. “How l’ng out?” You struggle to ask, but she seems to understand your question.

“Six months.”

Hours later, you’ve been poked and prodded by too many doctors to keep count of. Words may take a few days, but you’ll get them back, a neurologist assures you, just keep practicing.

By the time they’ve returned you to your room, Dean is there, eyes glistening as Rebecca wheels you in. You want to stand up to meet him, but your limbs, like the rest of your body, don’t want to cooperate with you. Dean crouches down to meet you, the skin on his forehead slightly red from where you remember seeing the gash. He leans forward and presses a kiss on your lips.

“Missed you, sweetheart.”

Dean and an orderly help you back into bed, and he takes a seat in the chair next to you, taking you by the hand and rubbing the back of your palm gently. A team of doctors explains everything to you and Dean—that you’ll have a long road of recovery, you’ll need physical therapy for your limbs, you’ll most likely need a speech pathologist, but with hard work, you’ll be back to your old self in a matter of time.

“You’re very lucky, Y/N,” one of the many doctors says as the others clear out of your room. You let out a scoff, you’ve been in a coma for six months, and you’re lucky?

“Honestly, I’d call it a miracle,” he remarks before leaving, and for a moment, you swear his eyes flash red.

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“The stars sure look beautiful today.”

From that night on you and Seonghwa continuously exchanged shy glances, and even the simplest touch would make you blush, as you both reminisced what had happened that night. You anxiously waited for the day you would finally belong to each other, and as the night approached, the both of you started feeling butterflies all over your body.

You had decided the wedding would be small. Not because you weren't extravagant, but because none of you had friends, so it wouldn't make sense to throw a big party. Although the King, without your knowledge, had ordered the most beautiful wedding dress, and he couldn't wait for you to see it.

One day, you decided to take a peek at the ballroom, where the wedding would be taking place. You could see he tried to minimize the red and black, but it was stronger than him. It did look beautiful though... The gold chandelier lit up the sparkly room, decorated with rose petals cut in the shape of a heart, and several portraits of you and the King beside each other. You wondered when those had been painted, but you were honoured. Your heart was clenching in adoration as you noticed the contrast between the portraits all around the castle compared to those. Every painting of the King you had seen so far was of him with a stone-cold expression, but in all of these you were both smiling, laughing, or looking at each other lovingly. The King make sure to capture his favourite moments in all of these paintings, from the day you met, to the picnic in the garden.

"Thank you, Miss."

You were startled to hear a voice behind you while you peeked through the barely opened door. You jumped slightly and turned around, but calmed down once you saw it was one of the maids. She was looking at you with her big, sparkly frog eyes. At some point, it freaked you out, but after seeing them every day you got used to the frog people.

"You're welcome ma'am, but what might you be thanking me for?" You asked, quite confused.

"You've made our lives infinitely better with your presence. Our King has really changed... He said 'thank you' the other day. I have worked for him for a decade and not once had I heard those words from him. He treats us like people, not like servants. You are a blessing, Miss."

You smiled at the maid, a sad yet sympathetic smile.

"I know it's a lot to ask, but I beg of you, give him another chance. Seonghwa is but a neglected, traumatized child in an adult man's body, and I'm trying to help him become a better person."

"I cannot promise anything Miss, but if he truly shows the people mercy and compensates them for all we've been through, the people might give him another chance."

You gave her a slight nod, and thanked the maid for her honesty.

"Hey!" A voice called from up the stairs.

The maid excused herself, and you looked at the staircase, to find a distressed Seonghwa running down towards you.

"Did you see the room?" He asked arms crossed over his chest.

You stayed quiet for a second and looked away from the man who stood apprehensively in front of you.

"No?" You lied.

"Aw come on! I wanted it to be a surprise! I knew I should've covered that paintings."

The image of a sulking Seonghwa was the most adorable thing you had ever seen. You wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head on his chest.

"I'm sorry, but I was too curious..." You paused and looked up at the man "If it serves any consolation, I was very surprised, and I loved it."

"Really?" He happily asked, flashing you his pearly whites.

You hummed in agreement, earning a small kiss from the man.

"Well, the surprises aren't over. There's a couple more, starting with tonight's dinner."

Before you could ask what he meant, Seonghwa grabbed your hand and dragged you towards a small room in the attic. It took a while to go up all of the marble stairs, and you were out of breath once you reached the room, but it was worth it.

The King gripped the golden handle of the red, wooden door, while looking at you with a big grin. Once he pushed it open, the most beautiful sight was prepared for you. The roof of the small room had a beautiful glass skylight, and the stars looked down at you as you stepped inside. There were white rose petals scattered all over the dark wooden floor, and a small table with two chairs sat in the middle. On the wall right in front of you was a lit fireplace, and the table was set for two, with the most beautiful cutlery you had ever seen. You noticed a letter sitting on one of the dishes, that you assumed was directed at you.

"I, uh... I learned to like white roses." Seonghwa said, embarrassed.

You remember the first time you met when he freaked out over the white roses in the garden. He moved to stand behind one of the chairs, and pulled it back.

"Come, sit down."

You obliged and sat down on the chair he held out of you The male sat in front of you and motioned towards the letter.

"Tomorrow we get married, and there are many things I want to tell you, but I can't. So I wrote it down."

You grabbed the letter and opened it. The King's calligraphy was beautiful and easy to read, but it didn't surprise you: everything about him was very neat.

'Dearest Y/N,

I'm sorry you have to read this, instead of hearing me say it, but I know that if I were to tell you how I feel, half of my sentiments would be left unsaid. I have lived a short life that felt very, very long. These years have dragged on relentlessly, but ever since you arrived, time flies. I hate going to sleep and I can't wait to wake up, to be with you, to look at you, to kiss you... I have had many experiences that I thought were love, but the second I laid eyes on you, I knew all of those previous times were wrong, I finally knew what love was. And recently I've come to find that love isn't only one thing, because somehow my love for you grows in many ways every day I spend with you. You may call me crazy, but there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, and I will keep my promise of changing to be a better King. Even if you stop loving me, even if you leave me, I will hold up my promise as proof of my everlasting love for you. But I must confess, I've imagined us growing old together, and one day, when I pass the crown onto my future child, I hope it is your child as well.

Forever yours,

Seonghwa.'

Tears streamed down your cheeks like two rivers and your bottom lip trembled as you read the letter.

"Ah, those are happy tears! Correct?"

You set down the letter and wiped away said tears with your wrists.

"Yes, yes they are. This was beautiful, Seonghwa, thank you."

"I'm afraid that's as far as the surprises go today, because when it comes to dinner," Seonghwa paused, revealing two sandwiches that would be your meal "I'm afraid it's mediocre. I tried my best but everything I made came out raw or burned, I'm afraid this is as far as my cooking abilities go."

You were surprised and very touched that he had done it all by himself, even if it were just some lousy sandwiches.

"You made dinner by yourself? Well, my good Sir, they must be delicious." You joked as you took one of them.

They weren't good, but they weren't bad either, and you appreciated the effort that had gotten into them. You imagined what kind of King Seonghwa would have been if the previous King had chosen to raise Seonghwa instead of his sister... Surely a kind, caring King that everyone looked up to, one every eligible young woman (and man) would bad their eyelashes at. It was truly a shame... But it wasn't too late for a change, you were hopeful.

You spent that night together, cuddling and telling stories while looking at the starry sky, and you eventually fell asleep on the many pillows Seonghwa had sprawled on the floor.

The next day, you woke up with a smile, remembering that your wedding was in a few hours.

You laid on top of Seonghwa and kissed him.

"Wake up sleepy head."

Seonghwa smiled, wrapped his arms around you and flipped the two of you, so you'd be under him.

"Good morning princess."

You help his face in your hands and smiled.

"After today I'll be a Queen."

"My Queen."

Your sappy moment was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Sir, Miss, I'm afraid we must commence dressing you for the wedding."

The King peeled himself off of you with a groan (but not before kissing you). He helped you get up, and the two of you followed the maid that took you both to your assigned fitting rooms. Seonghwa had picked his own suit, but you had no idea what he had in store for you. The second you opened the door, you were met with the most beautiful dress you had ever even imagined. It was white, with a tight corset that expanded into a glamorous princess-like puffy tulle. The tulle had many layers, and its bottom was decorated with pearls. The corset, while sleeveless and heart-shaped, had lace appliques that covered your chest and arms, and the torso was decorated with many sparky stones. The veil was equally decorated with pearls and had a tiara attached to it.

Attached to the dress there was a letter.

'They say white symbolizes faith. I have faith in you and in our marriage. Much love, Seonghwa.'

The maids helped you dress, very carefully and with care. They truly seemed to like you. One of them even fixed your hair in a pretty bun and attached the veil to it.

They had spent around an hour fixing everything, and when you were almost done, the door opened.

"The King is waiting for Miss Y/N."

And that was your queue to leave the room. You carefully walked down the stairs and made your way to the big ballroom, once the doors opened, with the announcement of your name, your eyes fell on Seonghwa, who was staring at you happily, in his new look. His hair was slicked back, no longer covering his eye, displaying it proudly, no longer ashamed of his past. His suit matched your dress: it was white and fit him neatly, and it only served as proof that Seonghwa looked good in any colour.

You noticed the crowd in the room, but you weren't too surprised. Although you had decided to hold a small wedding and not invite anyone, you two knew the people would want to see who was brave enough to marry their King, so the man opened the castle doors for anyone who wanted to witness the wedding.

To say the people were surprised to see the King smile was an understatement, but the fact was that he was smiling, and the smile grew wider for every step you took towards him.

The ceremony went beautifully. There were tears in your eyes and in Seonghwa's eyes, and as you celebrated and sealed the marriage, everyone clapped (to you and Seonghwa's surprise).

Everything went perfectly, until the toast. Seonghwa suggested a toast in your behalf after the maids handed every citizen a glass, and when you took a sip, your body felt weird, and you started shrinking, and shrinking, and shrinking until you looked like Thumbelina.

"Y-Y/N!?" Seonghwa asked frantically, as he looked at tiny you standing on the table.

"Tweedles, now!" Someone roared from the crowd.

The Tweedles grabbed you and tossed you over to the Hatter, who had been concealed in the crowd this whole time. After hearing about the wedding, the Hatter decided he would use the certain crowd and commotion to blend in and enter the castle. Without anyone noticing, Cheshire sprinkled some of Absolem's shrinking cake into your drink.

The Hatter grabbed you gently and Bayard came running in. He placed you on the dog and reached for his pocket to retrieve some cake as well.

The King, noticing what was happening before his very eyes, panicked. Tears streamed down his eyes and his bottom lip quivered.

"No! Please don't steal her away! Please!" He begged, running towards the group with one hand stretched out, hoping he could get to the dog before they left but to no avail.

The Hatter just laughed and shrunk himself, giving Bayard the signal to leave. The card knights tried to follow the dog but he was too fast, and there was no time to get the horses before losing sight of the dog. You were gone.

The King fell to his knees, and cried, as he stopped seeing you from the distance.

"Please, don't take her away from me..."

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